A Few More Short Poems
I'm working on transcribing poetry from when I was little, so here are a few more:
Couldn't you?
And I believe you do
I know you move the mountains
And I believe you do
I know you're up their in the sky
Yet still inside of me,
I know these things,
And believe them to...
But couldn't you just show yourself
Just show yourself to me?
That I may see you work miracles,
and move mountains,
and heal the sick,
and raise the dead/
That I may see you truly,
and know you better,
and love you more?
A Minute-Long Memory
As I look at the tomato plants,
memories flood over me.
Sickly heat, prickly plants,
Unbearable bugs and insects.
I see red tomatoes, green tomatoes,
bug-filled rotten tomatoes.
I remember green hands and itchy legs.
And then I walk past,
And the memories leave.
(and on the same page)
Willow
The branches droop low in a gloomy way
The weeping willow sighs as the wind blows by.
The branches swirl and twirl in the autumn wind
But I walk past the three and the poetry leaves.
A Rainbow
I am looking for a rainbow, way up in the sky
Cause I know if I see a rainbow then the colors will come.
And if I see the colors fly, then my words will also fly.
And once they go up I am as light as the air.
For once I saw a rainbow and up I flew,
Yeah, once I saw a rainbow and up I flew.
Narnians Aboard!
Narnians aboard!
With their weapons,
like swords,
all strapped,
on their backs.
as they road
through the waters
as the boat
slid through the waves
and the wind
blew the boat
to the beat
of the oars
and the splash
of the waves
Writing With a Feather
Doodle, dwindle, diddle.
I am writing with a feather
That is from a fountain pen.
Cartridge of course.
I still am getting used to
the feel of a quill pen.
One could almost feel the fathers
Of our country, through the pen.
Writing the Declaration
of our Independance.
Stubborn Spirits
are flowing through my pen.
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