A Book of Poetry By Laurel M.
Thunderstorm The pitter-patter of rain on the roof. Leaves on the trees shake with fright. The whistle of the wind fills the eerie silence. Animals take cover, they flee to their homes. Mr. Sun tucks himself away behind the dark clouds. The claps of thunder, trees sway in the wind. The flashes of lightning enlighten the angry sky. We hide in our beds, deep beneath the covers. And we wait; For this storm to end.
Fall The trees look empty Their colorful leaves blanket the cold ground. With every step, there is a crunch. The animals gather food They prepare for the winter. We play outside Enjoying the fall air. The pine cones drop Covering our yard. Every store you go in Is decorated for fall. The days are sunny But not too hot. The weather just right For plenty of days full of fun, outside. People in the park Walking their dogs. Fall wreaths on your neighbor's houses Bring comfort to your heart.
Younger If I could, I would go back to being a little kid. No homework, no chores, no stress. Mom could still push me around in a cart at the store. I could still bury myself in my sister's stuffed animals and scare her when she walks in. We could go out in public and humiliate ourselves without caring I didn't care what my hair looked like or what clothes I was wearing. I could still fit in that swing set in our yard And my sister and I could still have food fights on our porch. We would still go to the home improvements store and grab every single paint sample And we could still sneak into my mom's makeup bag and give each other makeovers. Even though you may be older, that doesn't mean you have to let go of the fun things you did in the past. My mom still pushes me around in the grocery cart, even though I may be a little heavy. Me and my sister still humiliate ourselves in public and try to scare each other. I still swing on the swings in our backyard, even though it is too small. We still have food fights. We still give each other makeovers. We still grab a ton of paint samples. And we still have just as much fun as before, even though we have gotten older Because getting older doesn't mean less fun, it means more. It is just as much fun riding in the grocery cart now, as before.