The Life of a Simple Girl

I am from a mother who was told she couldn't have any children.
A childhood that gave me a sense of humor,
A sense of kindness and caring.
I am from bath soap washing away all the stresses of the past,
The warm touch a parent gives a newborn child.
I am from jokes of all kind,
Even the occasional whine.

I am from the burning sun in the sky,
From its awakening to its good-bye.
I am from the moon and the stars,
The glistening, calm waters of this earth.
From the beginning of time, to man kind's birth.

I am from every accomplishment,
Every mistake,
And every chance that i will take.
Listening and learning,
Laughter and warmth churning.


I am from the smell of steak from the grill,
The potatoes from the oven,
From the green beans in the microwave.
I am from home cooking's warm lovin'.


I am from the chilling chill running down my back,
On a cold winter's night.
I am from the mystifying white snow,
Slowly melting away, but with a big glow.
Soon to come, the warmth and birth of spring.

As the World Goes By

Trees sway to and fro,

A slight bristle is heard.

The bristling of leaves on grass.

Off in the distance, a roar is heard.

It is nothing more that the humming motor of the neighbors tractor.

To the left, faint voices scream and shout,

It is nothing more than the arguing over last nights disaster.

In the sky there is a loud chirp,

It is nothing more than a mama bird looking for food.

All this happens, as the world goes by.

Assignments

I think all day, I think all night.

Sometimes I think of a horrible fright.

A fright containing so much might,

I wonder if I will ever sleep at night.

This fear I talk of brings me to a pout,

Wondering if I will ever get this assignment in

To my teacher, Ms. Strout.

Feelings

Be serious,
Be mad.
Be happy,
Be sad.