41. The Magic In The Moment
The wind began to blow
And shook the trees
Heads turned up in unison
Witnessing a season of change
The wind began to blow
And shook the trees
Heads turned up in unison
Witnessing a season of change
I love fall! It's my favorite season. Enjoy! Your poem is lovely.
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How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.
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The fisherman goes out at dawn
When every one's abed,
And from the bottom of the sea
Draws up his daily bread.
The way the poet described the life of a fisherman, his continuous effort and sacrifice to stand independent, and the powerful simile used, makes the poem a classic one.
I'm just a little sunbeam.
Along the floor I crawl.
I climb up walls.
I creep down halls.
A simple poem with a common idea. I love the metaphorical use of the idea.
If winter were a person, she would be a girl with frosty hair.
Winter would wear snow pants, snow boots, gloves, a hat, and scarf.
Winter would smell like hot chocolate and peanut butter and Hershey Kiss cookies baking in the oven.
Winter would spend the day eating cookies and drinking hot cocoa by a lake.
A beautiful, inspirational poem Olivia, most impressive for someone only ten years old. Loved it!!!
The wind, it moves in wondrous ways.
Through the tree branches it blows and it sways.
It takes all the leaves and flies them so high.
Then briefly it lets go and they fall from the sky.
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In Winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle light.
In Summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I love this poem it was one of the first ones I read as a child , and always reminds me of bedtime as a child in summer . I have shared it with my grandson
The cold winter has passed, and now comes spring.
The newly hatched baby birds will cause the mother birds to sing.
The warm sun comes out, little cherry blossoms are in bloom.
Springtime is a great time of joy to every person, girl and boy. The flower buds, the springy smell, are lovely springtime charms. Enjoy!
Across the night sky, way up high,
Burning like an oven but as small as a fly,
Mercury steals Apollo's light,
But only when it is at night.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
You see now, it's invisible
to the naked eye.
This is an absolutely beautiful poem that made me think of God; how God proves that he is there and who he is. It made me think of how he is always there, invisible to the naked eye for now...
Bees nudged the flowers
Babies peeped out of the nest
One fine crisp morning.
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What is pink? A rose is pink
By the fountain's brink.
What is red? A poppy's red
In its barley bed.
This was a poem I learned at school in my elocution lessons in the early 1960s. It was recited at the end of term and if deserved, a certificate was awarded. The Covid-19 outbreak means I am...
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maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
The birds sing,
Bugs cling,
Butterflies flutter,
Water drips from a gutter.
Great poem on spring. I really enjoyed reading it. I love how you wrote about "birds singing."
I followed the moon,
Or did it follow me?
I turned a corner;
It was still there, you see.
I think the poet in childhood experienced the same thing which he narrated so very beautifully in the poem. It just strongly reminded me of my childhood and how pleasant it is to remember...
I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
On a day like today, please take me away,
From the blowy and blustery weather.
I can't fly a kite or ride my bike,
Because of the blustery weather.
Describes my son in his youth! This name is familiar!
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Birds all the sunny day
Flutter and quarrel
Here in the arbour-like
Tent of the laurel.
Sitting outside
Under a tree
Mud pies and water
Making memories
Peace is...
When you are outside on a nice warm day
With a cold glass of yellow lemonade.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.