I was cleaning out old binders and found these poems. Enjoy my 8-year-old work!
Night
I feel wind blowing on my face
I see the night above
I hear the last sound of day
I smell the scent of pine
Aurora
Silver stars in the sky
Aurora Borialis
Dark night of the year
Magic
Deep in the forest
A forest of secrets
In a wood house
Made of trees
Their was a girl
A magic girl.
Moon
The moon glitters above
Shining down on us
Oh full moon
In the light of the full moon
Hope
Hope is the last thing left
Through war, death and fear
Hope survives through all
Hope is the last thing left
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Stardust
PoetryWe are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.
