Monday 31 March 2014

Poem: Talking to God

Poem Two

Talking to God and angels
The earth is my trolley
Says God
On it I have my food
On it I have my water
On it I have my grapes
On it I have my list
Now Now angels
Why is my trolley
Not going around
I gave you muscles
To build a track
That fits my wheels

Poem: My Dearest Book


Poem One

My Dearest Book
On Earth I am born
Page after page
I write my toes
I write my language
Male or female
I dance my shoes
As I wear them
Mum makes a tear
As washing machines
Are not born
We are all aliens
On planet mars
Export orders
From earth are
Heavy to carry
At the moment
Butterflies have color
On earth
Here science has
To plant a green planet

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