Allsorts

Wish when it’s 11:11.
Wish when you blow a dandelion.
Wish when you find a penny and throw it as far as you can.
Wish when you see the first star appear.
Wish when you cut off the pointed end of a pie and save it for last.
Wish when you see a truck full of hay and count to thirteen.
Wish when you see a white horse.
Wish when you shake your fist three times at a black horse.
Wish when you see a red bird and spit three times.
Wish when you blow an eyelash from your fingertip.
Wish when you hear a bird singing in the rain.
Wish when you find a four-leaf clover (don’t pick it).
Wish when you see three birds on a telephone wire.
Wish when you say the same thing as someone else and hook pinkies.
Wish when you find a blackbird feather and stick it in the ground.
Wish when you pull a wishbone apart.
Wish when you see a yellow railroad car.
Wish when a butterfly lands on you.
Wish when you see a camel-shaped cloud.
Wish when you find a cricket in your house.
Wish when a firefly lands on your ring finger.
Wish when you cross into Tennessee and clap three times.
Wish when you catch a ladybug.

Sun kissed mountains
Morning dew
The world awakens, bathed in gentle light
The sleepy trees begin to rustle
The river flows with a certain might
Stretching beyond human sight
Golden-hazed sky
No birds to fly
Summer has awakened
It stretches and yawns
The river clear, blue and bright
The soft gently roar of the river
Is all, is all to be heard throughout the starry-eyed night
The wind is strong
The tide goes in and out and rolls along
It makes me feel mellow
The rocks red, orange and yellow
The trees are like a a carpet covering
The land is a friend
The sand is shattered pieces of sun
The air sharp with scent of pine
It leaves me feeling oh so fine
Heaven on Earth some would say
I say it over in a trance
And then it disappears as if it was just a glance
O valley made of sun-kissed beams
You are the thing a person wants and dreams
I hold on tight to the memory
As it flies away
Leaving nothing to gain but leaving, leaving….
Pain
Then the flowers wilt away
And Robert frost was actually right
Eden really did sink to grief
Nothing gold will ever stay
At the end it will always go away
I reach my hand in the air
Holding on to memories, promises,
false hopes and streaming hot salty tears
Wishing gold was never real

Spring is here
Spring is here
Goodbye snow
Flowers grow
Birds and bees
Leaves on trees
Hello spring
Hello spring

Mommy always smells golden,
her fresh vanilla hair
sweetened by soft-spoken shower drops.

My crazy lab is very fab,
It’s so unique, you can’t believe.
With fizzling bubbles in my pot.
Don’t touch the substances – they’re too hot!
There are atoms and molecules,
I even made a space capsule!
But then an unexpected visitor came,
and it’s all his fault, he’s to blame!
He mixed a substance with one and another,
And then the mixture slowly became rougher!
As the mixture became corrosive, I tried to stop it.
But too late! My lab had already exploded!
Don’t worry, I also have a new lab!

At the bottom of the sea
I saw a key.
I stood in shock,
wondering what it would unlock.
So I sat on my bed,
And my brother Ted said,
“Maybe it is from the Zoo?”
What could it do?

Ahh, it is for my cabin.

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

Siyana can see the sea
That’s why she has an s in her name
Can’t you see?

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.