Asleep he wheezes at his ease,
He only wakes to scratch his fleas
He hogs the fire, he bakes his head,
As if it were a loaf of bread
You can roll him with your foot,
He'll stay snoring where he's put
I take him out for exercise,
He rolls in cowclap up to his eyes
He will not race, he will not romp,
He saves his strength for gobble and chomp
He'll work as hard as you wish
Emptying his dinner dish
Then flops flat, and digs down deep,
Like a miner,into sleep.
This is my favorite poem
Something tol the wild geese it was time to go
Though the fields lay golden, something whispered "snow"
Leaves were green and stirring,
berries luster-glossed
But beneath warm feathers, something whispered "frost"
All the sagging orchards, steamed with amber spice
But each wild beast stiffened at remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese it was time to fly
Summer was on their wings,
Winter in their cry
The way of the crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued
The parsnip, children, I repeat, Is simply an anemic beet.
Some people call the parsnip edible;
Myself, i find this claim incredible
My heart is like the ocean blue, deep, dark, mysterious too. My heart is like the ocean, big and getting bigger. My heart is like the ocean, going to new places, but always coming home. Yes, my heart is like the ocean, with its gentle waves that sail along the breeze.
A little girl in a little world swings on her swingset.
She wonders why everyone must die.
She thinks about how unfair He was and she's in despair as she cries "Oh why,dear god?" she sobs, thinking of her Grandma, "Why did you take away my meemaw."
Wrote when i was 10
I sing, i float, i waft, i breathe, I can go anywhere I please.
I joke, i gag, i jump, i bleed. Yes, I do all these because I am human.
Im nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there's a pair of us-don't tell! They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell your name the live-long day to an admiring bog
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