It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window