"Poems"

Poems are like looms
on which we weave our words of Imagination.
A poem is a typewriter, tap-tap
Tapping on a paper full of Thoughts.

"Deep In the Meadow"

Deep in the meadow where the butterflys fly,
A little white Mouse looks up at the sky,
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She has velvety fur and six pink babies
where the butterflys fly.


"I Wonder...."

I wonder why the birds fly up to the sky?
Why dogs bound round and round just to get to their tail?
How do birds sing so well?
Why do crabs live in shells?
Why do birds fly up in the sky?
I wonder....

©2006 Samantha Westelman, Age 9, Hanover, New Hampshire