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MY POETRY { Poems, paired with photos, by Chloe }

Fall

Fall

The swirling splashes,
Bright orange, red and yellow!
Leaves drift through the crisp air of autumn,
As the trees let out a barrage of color.


I Stitched a World...

I Stitched a World...

I stitched a beautiful world for you,
I made the sky of smooth silk so blue,
The beaches of sandy burlap yellow,
The berries of satin that are ever so mellow,
The apple blossoms in full bloom of lace,
The corduroy tiger cubs ready to race,
The fluffy clouds of pure white cotton,
The denim elephants are not forgotten,
With that velvet brown fur, the fish catching bears,
The turtle, so strange with its plaid shell that it wears,
The tiny, scurrying flannel mice,
The leaves of rich leather in fall colors so nice,
The canvas tree trunks, home sweet home to many,
Linen gloves to clutch lucky appliqu├ęd pennies,
Polar fleece polar bears so shiny and white,
Terry cloth raccoons that come out in the night,
All this squashed together does form,
Our wonderful earth so lovely and warm,
To drape on your shoulders when the bitter wind stings,
Goodnight my child, dream sweet, oh sweet dreams.


LIFE

LIFE

Exploring along a small stream together
finding smooth pieces of glass
and colorful rocks
Watching the animals all around
examining the leaves
and flowers
Dipping small fingers in cool water
giggling at a splash
and smiling
Lying on a grassy patch looking at clouds
pointing out fleeting shapes
and laughing
Walking home barefoot along a path
fingers clutching keepsake stones
quite tightly
Arriving home and running inside
to grab a library book to read
in the hammock.


The Aspens

The Aspens

Making drops of color against blue sky,
Yellow here, red there,
The slightest wind rustles their branches,
And they dance to a music only they can hear.


The Master's Dog

The Master's Dog

He sleeps by the bed,
An ear twitching slightly,
Asleep,
But ready for action.
At the first sign of movement,
He lifts up his head,
Eyes alert and watchful.
Any strangers about,
No.
Any piece out of place,
He finds nothing,
And so down he lies,
Unaware,
It was just a snore.


The Trout's Wish

The Trout's Wish

The trout is but a simple fish;
it merely has a single wish,
which is, summed up in these few words,
to not get caught by those bald birds.