Origional Poems II * with thrid poem

Questioning Something in Nature 


 SPRINGBOARD POEM

The rain

I asked the spring grass why it needed so much rain

It swayed in the wind for a while before answering,

a squeeky voice replied softly "Ask the flowers"

As i inched toward the daffodil, I noticed the petals,

seeming as if her yellow color was fading, so I asked

"Can you make it through the spring with out rain" And

her reply was stunning.

Her old voice creeked, implying a life of wear, she simply

said "no". The answer brought shock but i was intreged at how

wise the grass and daffodil both sounded.

Each day I see the trees stretching, the grass sprouting

and flowers blooming. Each day i ask " are you growing because of the rain"

there response always the same, "you will see"

waiting for the rain I noticed their growth slowing down,

They pleaded that I don't give them water, but why

One spring morning I rose to a down pour.

Worried about the newly birthed flowers I ran to the window,

To my suprise the flowers, the trees and the grass

were all singing and dancing, answering my question.

They were right I did see.

Ladder

Puppy

 New,

Still clumsey,

Paws too big,

Teeth sharper than razors

People are more than exciting

Naping during the day

Curiousity takes over

loved.

I Am

I am an optomistic girl

I see the deer leap into the black woods.

I hear the sound of the waves crashing ashore 

I see a homeless man sleeping on the sidewalk

I pretend death doesnt exist

I feel my curly hair fall to my back

I touch the soft fur of the puppy

I worry about others more than myself

I understand that this world is not perfect .

I dream of traveling the world

I try accomplish everything that I wish

I am an optomisitc girl