TOPIC #27 My Closest Friends

My Closest Friends

I have three friends.

We have lots of fun.

Sometimes we climb.

Sometimes we run.

We all get together

When no one’s around

We’ll play on the swing,

Or we’ll dig in the ground.

Sometimes we all look

Way up in the sky.

Their names? You ask?

Why, they are

Me,

Myself

And

I

TOPIC #26 A Bug's Life

A Bug’s Life

This bug’s life Is so full of strife It does not know which way to go.

It starts off quickly running to the right then heads the other way…real…s l o w.

I feel so sorry for her; she seems so very frail.

She changes her mind so much and never seems to stay on her trail.

The same thing happened to me just the other day.

I was all ready,

all set,

all ready to go;

My day was planned. I was ready to play

I was passing the kitchen.

I was headed for the door

My Mother saw me, I heard her say

“NO going outside until your chores are DONE!”

When you’ve also made your bed, you can go have some FUN”.

I STOPPED in my tracks… the door was so near.

I wanted to leave, but her message was clear.

So, like the bug…

I turned right around.

Did my chores really fast.

I suppose I am better off…

Than the bug on the ground.

TOPIC #25 My Dead Dog Fred

My Dead Dog Fred

Once there was a dog

Who acted just like a FROG!

                                    He had four feet which jumped up and jumped down.

                                    I finally told him “STOP IT!!!”

                                    He gave me such a big FROWN.

His name is Fred and he follows me around each day.

He likes to sleep and he likes to eat.

But most of all… he loves to play.

                                   I saw him once.

He was laying on my bed.

He was not moving at all…

I thought he was DEAD!

I ran to tell Mom.

She said “Do not fear…

He will wake up soon

And then you will cheer”.

                                  So I went back to my room

And carefully shut the door

Walked to just…the…right…place

And plopped down on the floor.

I hoped Mom was right…

And Fred would soon awake…

But if he was dead…

I’d have to tell Jake!

                                  We would plan a big meeting.

Fred’s life was so fleeting.

We play music in the air

And comfort those that will be there.

Then, after all the tears have been shed

We’ll dig a big hole, and then we’ll bury…old…Fred.

                                  I will write his name on a rock

                                  And will place it just so.

It will mark the spot

                                  "Fred…lays…quietly…below".

Just then I looked up

And saw there was Fred.

His eyes wide open

Looking down at me from the bed.

                                    My heart gave a big cheer!

                                    I was jumping for joy!!

                                    My Fred was alive!!!

                                    I’m the luckiest boy!!!!

Poem Topic assigned by Lydia and Mallory

TOPIC #24 Eating Dirt

Eating Dirt

I ate some dirt the other day

And it...did…not…taste…very…good.

I should have listened to my Mom

Like I know I always should.

Pause

My brother said it would be very tasty,

And he said I would be very glad,

And that when I swallowed it all,

He would surely never…ever…tell Dad.

Pause

So…I scooped up some up and shoved it down.

It stopped on its way…sure made me frown.

My mouth was still full of DIRT GRIT and DIRT GRIME,

So I’ll make sure I have water

Pause

When I eat...dirt…next…time.

Topic inspired by Grant