Poems

Far away

Someone shouts in
Annie's ear,
But what they're saying,
she can't hear,
Buzzers buzz and school bells ring,
Annie doesn't hear a thing,
Friends can jostle, tug and pinch,
Annie doesn't move an inch,
`Oooo, here comes a big black bug!
Annie does not even shrug,
`Fire!' `Earthquake!' `Runaway bus!'
She remains oblivious
Until, at last, with
a faraway look,
Annie smiles and
shuts her book.

Raindrop

I watch the rain fall,
full of wonder as each drop
crashes against the ground
and is no more.

The long, curvy tear drop shape
is lost as it splatters and dies,
joining its brothers and sisters.

It is no longer rain now,
but water soaking the earth,
wetting the garden,
spotting my eyeglasses,
and making my sneakers go "squish"
whenever I take a step.

Deborah Goschy

Lady of Bute

There was a young lady of Bute,
Who played on
a silver-gilt flute;
She played several jigs
to her Uncle's white pigs,
That amusing
young lady
of Bute.

Shark

He circles and stares
with a broken-glass grin,
his body's a dagger,
he has lion's-tongue skin.

He slides through the water
like a rumour, like a sneer.
He's a quick twist of hunger,
He's the colour of fear.

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