61. Peace And Quiet
Peace is...
When you are outside on a nice warm day
With a cold glass of yellow lemonade.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
Peace is...
When you are outside on a nice warm day
With a cold glass of yellow lemonade.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
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Borrowed scarf, stolen carrot and mittens,
frostbitten fingers determined to finish,
eyes were a button and a bottle cap squished in.
Mothers called but no one listened -
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Famous Poem
Swinging on a birch-tree
To a sleepy tune,
Hummed by all the breezes
In the month of June!
I jump on to the toboggan,
landing behind my friend.
We ride down the hill,
the sled not lagging an inch
Splishy, sploshy mud
is the best type of crud!
You can make pies,
you can make mountains,
Super Spring starts off the year
Glistening, shimmering, thundering rain
But warmth comes out, once again.
Have you ever seen the exact moment when Night
Descends from above, and spreads darkness everywhere?
Night comes so quietly, and chases Day away so thoroughly,
That it doesn’t leave even a speck of light behind in the air!