How beautiful is the sunset,
As it dips below the horizon.
How vibrant its colors,
Red, yellow, orange and crimson.
How beautiful is the sunset,
As it comes to meet the ground.
The beautiful songs of evening birds,
At that time are found.
How beautiful is the sunset,
As it goes below the trees.
Its unadulterated, raw charm
Makes me weak at the knees.
How beautiful is the sunset,
As it welcomes the night.
The sun will come again tomorrow
To make the day bright.
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
and marigolds all in a row?
How many stones has Weatherstaff thrown?
How many plants has Dickon grown?
How many pictures has Colin shown?
Do you still like to skip, or has that pastime been outgrown?
The world can’t be perfect, you know
Sometimes you feel high, sometimes low,
Sometimes you want to ask questions like
How long has the grass not been mown?
Why is the moor air an ailment to pain?
With ivy cascading down the rusty lock,
Will you ever see it again?
The secret garden has many secrets,
but just how many are at play?
Are there daffodils in March
and cherry blossoms in May?
Does the dirt that you held in your hands
have seeds that will flower today?
My friend offered me a Kimono
I said, Oh no.
She said, “It’s just right,” and I said it might.
Then we got it into the fight, I thought I was the best.
Do you want to hear the rest?
She said, “I want to go to Tokyo.”
I said all right Pinocchio.”
She said “Wanna fight again?”
“No no, I will get you a ticket now”.
Two days later
“Dear diary I have a feeling something bad will happen,” Mija wrote in her diary.
“NO NO NO NO!” Aki rushed into their hut screaming.
“What happened honey?” Ameono said.
“I HAVE BEEN FIRED”!
One day there was a young girl called Mija and she lived with her family. Aki was her father and Ameono was her mother. They lived in Guiyang in China. They were quite poor. Her father worked as a farmer and her mother stayed home. Little did they know they had a rich history. The day was Wednesday and Ameono was making dinner, Aki was out harvesting crops and Mija was writing in her diary; “Dear diary today I have done nothing. My friend Jewojh went to Shanghai yesterday so I have nothing to do.”
“Mija dinner’s ready!”, Ameono shouted.
They always have dinner when Aki is home so Mija rushed into the kitchen and gave Aki a massive hug.
“It’s nice to see you father.”
Part 2 coming soon
A little virus all around,
No one caring at all,
GERMS roaming in the air,
And this, is just the end of fall…
As it got New Year 2020,
It started to grow,
Even more,
And became something you can easily catch, but rarely throw.
A whole year went by,
Staying at home,
Having no where to go,
Or no place to roam.
We can stop corona,
By wearing a mask,
Or staying inside,
Just an easy task!
As time goes by, we make her feel humble,
Not caring about things and likely to fumble,
We love how she always cares,
And the love that she shares,
We don’t treat her the same way,
Still ” I love you” she will always say,
She feels very sad and alone,
But near us she won’t even moan,
All the love that she gives us,
We should accept without fuss
We should love our mothers with all our heart!
My friends are so kind and lovely to me
and I love them in a friends way
but this is for the bullies out there
If you don’t like people don’t speak to them
and don’t hurt their feelings
It’s mean i know
What’s it’s like
They might be going through a lot so leave them be
I know it’s hard right now with covid
and you have been in the house for so long
but be kind and caring please
and have a lovely Easter
Stay safe
Gratitude is…
The first light of Spring, breaking out of the shadow.
The spark, that refused to go out.
You braved the rain, at times of great sorrow, in a planet reduced to self-doubt.
Taking the hope, shining the star, you are the inspiration, that has made us come so far.
You lead us to the future.
You leave behind the past.
Together we can survive, and break free at last.
This lockdown’s made us sadder, we want to curl up and die.
But for your persistent optimism, makes us spread out wings and fly.
So I award you with this prize,
Meaning more than any other,
The same meaning of this poem,
Thank you Mother.
The Spring Bunnies are very rare
Even you see them,,
Please have a chance to give a stare
They are very barely seen!
Only 2% of people see them then and there.
Curious and Excited!
The species Spring Bunnies