Poems of joy

MY FLOWER

In a small village,

A little flower grows silently,

Along side the road.

When it rains the little flower weeps As the rain drips gently off the dainty petals.

But as the sun rises,

The little flower stops weeping,

And gives a cheerful smile,

Then grows into a beautiful blossom.

That flower that lives by the road,

Is not just any flower,

She's my flower.

Original poem by: Holly Fay Wort (me)

THINGS

Mums chatter,

Birds sing,

Brothers bicker,

Phones ring,

Dogs bark,

Cats play,

Home time: Hooray! Hooray!

Pens write,

Pencils draw,

Lamps light,

Apples have cores,

Stags fight,

Obey the law.

Thank god,

That is all,

Goodbye for now,

Have fun with your kite,

I'll be seeing you tonight.

Original poem by: Holly Fay Wort (me) and Mrs Mitchell (Tracy Mitchell)