Poems

We saw the moon

We saw the moon from our room,
Then we took our books and
Went to the roof.
We sat on a log of wood,
My left foot got cool,
So I wore socks of wool,
We had hot food,
We went to the zoo
Next afternoon.

An apple

Up in the apple tree,
High off the ground,

I see an apple,
So big and round.

I climb up the tree,
And hold on tight.

I pick that apple,
And take a big bite!

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Dirt on my shirt

There's dirt on my shirt,
And leaves in my hair,
There's mud on my boots,
But I don't really care.

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The kite

Up in the air,
See the kites fly,
Like coloured birds,
In the wind-whipped sky.

I wish I were small,
And light as air,
I would climb on a kite,
And sail up there.

Then I'd drift upon
The paper wings
And hear the songs,
That the wild wind sings.

What fun, it would be,
To look right down -
Over the park,
And the rooftops of town.

The people below,
Would stand and stare,
And wish they were me,
High, high in the air.

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Puddle pictures

In every puddle
Lies a picture in a muddle,
Wibble-wobbling upside down.

Then the puddle dries
And the picture dies,
And as you can see it brown.

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