Poet's Corner

Posted: Thursday, March 25, 2010

Broken Morning

Brent Johnson, Clam Gulch

Could you lend me a mem'ry?

I think mine are bad.

And I don't want to go on

feeling so sad.

There must be some teardrops

that don't have to fall.

And hellish black horses

that stay in their stall.

His eyes said forever

in gentle caress.

He laid me and left me

with hope in my breast.

Cat catches sweet Sparrow,

he does it for fun.

Oh I never knew sorrow

till I saw the sun.

Cycle of the Snowmen

Raleigh Van Natta, Kenai

When winter turns to summer

And the snow all melts away,

Did you know that snowmen

Live to see another day?

Sure, the snowmen turn to water

And they seep down through the earth,

But then they become streams and lakes

And have another birth!

When it gets hot, they turn to air

And float up to the sun,

There they become white, fluffy clouds-

Each and every one.

When autumn turns to winter

And the snow does reappear,

Snowmen drift back down to earth

To live another year.

The children then rebuild them

And give them them forms of snow

So now you know exactly

Where all the snowmen go!

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