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And together its parents blend. Realising children into the air. Cold surface of the porcelain cup And boiling hot water, What a pair. Two simple ingredients together. Creating a small show of things.
#youngwritershousehold I sat on the boardwalk splashing and swishing my feet around in the calm water. I was surrounded by pure, peaceful scenery. Suddenly, a boy appeared in silence.
#youngwritershousehold I gazed at the beautiful butterfly, With its detailed, delicate wings, It flutters round gracefully , It was one of those magical things.
I watched as you. Washed your hair. With a bottle of water;. Droplets cascaded. Down your neck,. Dripped carelessly. From the tips. Of your dishevelled hair,. Dampening the neck. Of your t-shirt.
There's a yellow thing Hanging in the sky I don't know what it is I won't even wonder why It looks fairly familiar Think it's been there before But it's normally quite cloudy So I really can't be...
I saw this spider the other night. And it really worked hard. Going back and forwards from one corner to another. With the thread behind it. It was working in the night. In the rain and for what?.
Detective Burrfoot is ahead of the game, I laugh when I watch from afar. Tat for tit and a bit in another name, Impartial, I follow only my star.
In the passenger's seat, I see everything. I saw the lady cradling her crying child or the gentle man who gave up his seat for the elderly. I noticed how tired their faces as bus continued too move.
I can hear the rain Crash on the window pane, Each drop it sounds the same. Although unique is each splatter... The little pitter patter, Tells me that the latter Of these statements are true.
You know how it's always hilarious when someone walks into a glass door. But when you walk into a glass door it's the most unfunny thing ever.
What is with children... And the games they play. What is with children... And the funny stuff they say. What is with children... Acting all crazy. What is with children... Never feeling lazy.
Travel As I sit and ponder my thoughts on this train I look out of the window and feel insane For what happen s out there as we pass by Who decided to live just there and why Is it the work country...
Hmm... Dust, I bet you have a most interesting story to tell. About the place where you came from and about where you fell. A strange poem I'm writing about i'm sure you'll see. A poem about dust?...
For fun day Monday ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was doing a behavior observation at a preschool, sitting with the children in the dramatic play area when a cute little 4 yr old boy pulls up a chair and sits...
This is a poem from my teenage years:) I've just come in from the wet and cold But while outside I did behold, the hills before me, white with mist, the drizzling rain which did persist, to drive...
I watched her Through the corners of my eyes As I climbed the hill And she down Book in hands, head down Watching her steps...
A glance thru my window Revealed to me A calm, still morning For all to see A field of green Beside a lake Layer of mist A spell to break A dog walker His faithful hound Carrying a stick His...
I sometimes record Alice while she's playing with her dolls and 'little people'. She will sit there for hours in a world of her own, babbling, and chatting to them; it is the babble that fascinates...