Poem: October

Poem: October

children go door to door,
looking for candy and treets,
witches, ghosts, and goblins,
looking for something to eat.

children walking through the street,
fall leaves crushing under their feet,
playing dress up, with an old white sheet.

children playing looking so neat,
after dark theres no longer heat,
while all the parents relax, and take a seat.

Poem: September

Poem: September

as autumn begins summer is ending,
school starts again, so no more pretending.

every leaf is changing its color,
each on very different then any other.

summer was the greatest blast,
but we all knew it was too good to last.

no more swimming or biking,
or playing or running.

its that time of year,
where we get to start learning.

and just when we think the boredom won't end,
its finally friday, and the fun starts again.

Poem: August

Poem: August

a cool august breeze runs,
through my hair,
down to my feet,
its everywhere.

the tempuature is perfect,
not too hot not too cold,
so right now i,
dont feel very old.

the weather is nice,
its the best time to play,
so thats how i will spend,
the rest of my day.

Poem: July

Poem: July

it was a night in July,
there were no stars in the sky.

everyone had been fed,
and were tucked away in there bed.

but it was too hot to sleeep,
however i did not make a peep.

sweat ran from my head to my toes,
a little even trickled off my nose.

the noise from my bedroom fan was load,
but even then i was still proud.

proud i rode my bike down the street,
instead of dozing off, counting sheep.

proud i caught fish in a net,
instead of fooling around and getting wet.

proud i hiked up the monsterous hilll,
instead of faking sick, saying i was ill.

now it is time to go to bed,
so i lie here, and rest my head.

Poem: June

Poem: June

the weathers getting warmer,
summer colors are seen.
we wear swim suits and shorts,
ocean water, cool againsed the skin.
flip flops and sandles on our feet,
take a dip in an icy pool.
summer is finally here.

Poem: May

Poem: May

School is ending.
Vacation is beginning.

no more days alone in class,
no more days sitting on my ass.

now we go outside to play,
more things to do during the day.

spring is here and the air is warm,
no more writing cramps in my arm.

school is ending,
vacation is beginning.

it must be may.

Poem: April

Poem: April

drip drop, drip drop.
the rain hits on my window pane,
it sounds cliche, but it happens all day,
its the only thing keeping me sane.

drip drop, drip drop.
the sky is crying tears,
it sounds cliche, but it happens all day,
its the only thing hiding my fears.

drip drop, drip drop.
i stay warm inside,
it sounds cliche, but it happens all day,
its the only safe place to hide.