Thursday, November 12, 2009
miles' poem
November
Frost stealthily
settles on the cold
November grass
Leaves cling onto
bare branches
as they plummet
to their death
Squirrels straddle
for hibernation
Lakes wait
to be hushed to sleep
Children brace themselves
for November
birds drift south
as the day creeps by
Earth
takes it final turn
as the day retires
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10 comments:
Amazing! Really beautiful, but don't really get the squirrel part. Love, Jacqui
hey, he's an artist.
Does he mean, squirrels scramble??
Kim
this is amazing. for reals he wrote this?
I wish I could marry him.
He's nine, $20 says he meant straddle. LOL.
How absolutely sweet!! But you needt to switch out the nerd pic for maybe his "scientific" pic. Too funny. I am going to print this poem and save it. Miles is awesome. I probably should send him 5 more dollars, eh?
How absolutely sweet!! But you needt to switch out the nerd pic for maybe his "scientific" pic. Too funny. I am going to print this poem and save it. Miles is awesome. I probably should send him 5 more dollars, eh?
he's too greedy, don't send it. we don't give him an allowance, cause he's all, "more, more" & "can I have...."
Wonderful poem Miles. I love the line "Children brace themselves for November"
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