Our life is like an endless road
And we’re travelling in a car
To a place that we don’t know
So much traffic and so many delays
So many crossroads
Too many to choose
Sometimes we break a few rules
Sometimes, we got caught
Sometimes not
Sometimes we have accidents
But we survive
And we drive and drive
Until we reach our goal
And then we set a new one
Kids’ Poetry, Monsoon, Come Soon
Monsoon, O Monsoon!
Come Soon, Come Soon.
Sunrise and Sundown now
Are hot like noon, hot like noon.
The land is cursed but
You’re a Boon, are a Boon.
Look! My mouth is burning
Like a fiery spoon, fiery spoon.
Please end this wait,
Or the sweating baboon
Will Soon Swoon, Soon Swoon.
Am I a loon or are you a goon?
Stop teasing and make the land
A lagoon, a Lagoon.
O Dear Monsoon! Come Soon!
I feel something is
staring at me.
It’s behind me.
Don’t know what
it is, just have to
look behind.
I turn at look
at the thing
that was staring
at me. It is
a sculpture made
of trash that is
as tall as a rabbit.
Was it a kid
who created this
in a few minutes?
Or some artist who
wanted to create a
piece of abstract art?
And why, oh why
would this park be
the perfect place
for this sculpture?
I think that it’s lost.
Might have fallen
down when the artist
was strolling through
this park. I hope he finds
it – the piece of abstract
art that I think I will
never, ever properly
understand.
I can see tiny twinkles that are glowing by a big oak tree,
I climb up the tree in the magical woods,
Little hidden windows upon,
I hear little voices and jingles like bells,
Perhaps they could be fairies I thought,
I see flowers that look as if they’re painted,
I see birds with elves upon them,
The song that they sing seems magical,
In the mysterious woods.
Laying on the ground gazing up at the stars,
Wondering what is up there,
I dream of finding out more,
How far space travels,
The planets,
Are there more?
The galaxy,
I want to see,
How big are the stars, the sun, the moon,
I look into space,
Wondering,
Is there life in space…
Hi, Cherry
Could you ask your teacher to email me please?
Thank you.
A life without friends
So gloomy,
so dark
A life without friends
So unwelcoming,
So hard
A life without friends
is a world
of dark
It’s impossible.