Ms. May had the best day of her life
It all takes place in the morning five
She was in the same field as her bff
Her fav food ever
And a big reward, a day off
And right now is the end
There was a boy named Ben
Who had a big hen.
She never made eggs so Ben was left starving.
Every noon it was not right despite her size.
But one day she was swaying side to side
Was she sick?
So Ben gave her a little kick.
And then she got sick.
She went to her pen.
And then that morning she sang
Kocododldo!
Ben got up and stood up
and went out to the pen.
There Ben saw she made an egg.
And then, for once, he was hungry no more
As the tree grows, inch by Inch, year by year,
She gets bigger and stronger, branch by branch.
Though she’s the tallest in the land,
Her roots dig deep like a secret hand.
Branches stretch up like arms so high,
Leaves whisper secrets, as they fly.
Time writes a story on her bark,
A life of moments, light and dark.
Her heart slower now,
She saw seasons, and seasons go.
She’s like life itself with rings on show,
A story told in wood, as life should
Her roots held tight, through earth and stone,
She weathered storms and seasons alone.
Her legacy lives on, in every leaf,
A life that’s a full, a story brief.
Under the lights where banners wave
A team stands strong, steady and brave.
Eleven hearts beat, excitement grows
Their rivalry begins when the whistle blows.
The keeper guards the net with pride.
A silent net that no threat can slide.
The defenders charge with fearless might.
Turning the chaos into a fight.
Midfielders weave with happiness and grace.
They play their game and control their pace.
Their vision pierces the narrowest line.
With every goal they score, a new grand design.
They fall, they rise, they lose, they win.
But don’t ever let the skill grow thin.
In their huddles hands held tight.
They chase their dreams beneath the light
The most important thing is to have fun.
After that the rivalry’s are done.
When the whistle blows, ninety minutes done.
Their friendship and respect develops on.
Plant a seed inside the earth,
Watch it sprout and watch it come out.
Spreading roots below the dirt
Little sprout small and fragile
Waiting to grow and be full of
Beauty.
Growing larger day by day, a
Small sprout until one day,
A bud appears, soon to be a
Beautiful flower for all to see.
Reaching closer to the sky, the
Bud now open
Releasing petals vibrant and
Beautiful.
Shroosh the shovel goes in,
Chumpf the shovel comes out.
Fear and hunger all around,
Nobody knows North and South.
Make a mistake you never come back.
Keep digging is what we’re told,
The snow makes it harder.
Then comes the cold.
Struggle is nonexistent for some,
A stick which sentenced us to death.
From the day we were born,
Till our final breath.
The cold is the greatest killer,
Our boots were getting wet and soggy.
They tied us up to a tree,
The wolves then arrive and the air goes foggy…
I miss them every year,
Sometimes they just randomly appear.
They always stay high and bright,
I must see them, I think I just might.
The dazzling bright colours,
I think the sky is just getting fuller.
It bursts with blue, pink, purple and green
What if I just bought a picture off Shein?
Often they make me dizzy,
Maybe it’s just because I’m busy.
As you stay still in the night,
It’s such a wonderful sight.
One day I hope I see them,
It’ll be such a gem.
In my dreams tonight I’ll be up there
With radiant blue in my hair.
People bouncing balls all around the room,
Nobody bouncing the ball to their doom.
Everybody trying to get the ball,
So that they can beat the other team and win it all.
People always trying to run,
They all want to claim- We won, we won!
People always trying to have some fun,
And people trying not to have a bun.
New people not knowing what to do,
Cheerleaders screaming whoohoo.
The opposing team’s fans screaming boo,
But we just focus on what we have to do.
People wanting to be a loud caller
Even though some are smaller
Some people are just taller,
But we all try to be a good basketballer.
There was a boy named Rick
Who took a free kick,
Placed the ball on the ground,
And gave it a flick.
The whistle blew loud,
He stood tall an proud,
He ran up with a grin,
Let the magic begin.
The ball soared through the air,
Past the defenders who stared,
Curved right past the wall,
As the crowd gave it a call.
It hit the back of the net,
A goal that no one would forget,
The goalkeeper could only sigh,
Rick had aimed for the sky.
Fans jumped and cheered,
His name was all day heard,
That boy named Rick,
Had pulled off a trick.