Poems of a thirteen year old

Family Vacation

Splash! Jumping in the pool
Scream! The water is so cool.
Help! Something's got my foot.
Oh! It's only a small root.
Ah! There's water snake.
Good! It's leaving us our lake.
Oh my! Daddy's chasing me.
I'm caught! I'll go chase Aunt Bea.

Valentines Day

Show someone you really do care,
Let them know that you're always there.
Dropping a card or a letter,
Makes them feel thrilled and much better.
They like you now, they'll tell you so,
Watch them laugh and beam and glow.
Now take advantage of this day.
For I am sure that it will pay.

Summer

Breezes blowing through the trees
Summertime is full of these;
Climbing in the leafy branches
Riding horses on the ranches;
There a snake is in the grass
I jump away and watch it pass;
Drop a line, Worm on hook
Lure the fishes from their nook;
Swimming through the salty water
Body surfing, watching otter;
Every one is happy here
It's a favorite time of year.

Winter

Tunnels going under snow
Crawling through them, fitting snugly
In the shelter from the wind
It's warm in here, in the snow
I love the feeling of cool warmth
Like a mother's embrace.

Autumn

Roses rambling over a wheel
Searching for that great soil feel
For to make the perfect meal

Leaves are rotting on the ground
That is where the rose root found
The perfect soil in a mound

There are no more buzzing bees
For summertime is over seas
And now, for fun, there's piles of leaves

I love this time of year, I do
I listen to the lonesome coo
Of doves in my yard, your yard too

Now I go to Mother's call
Seeing lots of colors of fall
I go to eat lunch at the mall.

Christmas

In the past instead of lights
Candles made the tree all bright.
Green of trees red of love
Christmas colors from above.

Christmas is sharing
Christmas is giving
Christmas is caring
Christmas is living.

The very best thing about christmas is that
Behind every Scrooges tall top hat
There is really good, deep in their heart
If only someone could make the bad part.

A World With No time

There's something strange in the trees
It's funny though, there is no breeze

I'm feeling very kind of queer
Like I have not always lived here

I want to Know, is that the sun?
This is not so very fun

Feeling these strange things I feel
What is the name of our next meal?

It's Breakfast, or is it lunch or dinner?
For asking these questions I must be a sinner

This little poem where all the lines rhyme
Is about a strange place, a world with no time.

The Confusion

The clouds move across the sun
I look out and am wondering
What is this life all about?

And the tears come flowing down my face
Because I don't understand, it's depressing.

I don't understand this world at all
It doesn't seem very logical
It's just this stage in my life.

And the tears come flowing down my face,
Because I don't understand it's depressing.

I'll get over it soon, I hope.