Here's a poem I composed by myself. It is entirely true too biggrin
Playing in the garden; what a beautiful day!
Sun shining, clouds sailing, hip hip hooray!
Something whizzes past my face, a quick shooting star,
Landing on a leaf, from where I stood, not very far.
Glossy shell, deep red and spotted black, glistening beady eyes,
Like a shining rocket zooming through space it flies.
Uttering not a single sound or word,
Oh my gosh! It’s a ladybird!
It can be my cool new pet!
No one in the world has one like this I bet!
I could even become a famous animal trainer,
So I make it a home out of a Yakult container
Filling it with leaves, flowers and yummy things to eat,
My ladybird’s home is all nice and neat!
Then.
Shock. Horror. Sorrow. Grief.
Coming home from school to an open door and trodden leaves.
Could it have been a pack of thieves?
Or maybe the ladybird crawled into my sleeves?
Or flew overhead onto the eaves?
Will I be the only one who grieves?
Searching, searching, searching.
But not finding, finding, finding.
I then realise I won’t find it in the sky, ground or tree;
For while I was at school my sister set it free.
 PANDORK · Wed Oct 22, 2008 @ 12:16pm · 1 Comments |
