Evening breezes swirl
Rustling through autumn leaves
Somewhere an owl cries
Storms of night depart
Bright blades of sun slash the sky
Soon it will be dawn
Stars gleaming through night
Nestled in velvet blackness
Shining like bright jewels
Did I mention she is 11?
2 comments:
I used to love to write poetry when I was a kid and teen. Her writing is much better than mine. I have a three ring binder with most of my writing back then. Most of it is humorous stuff.
Thanks for sharing her talents and yours too!
How are those chics?
I love that...It's great...might want to used it, but will ask first. It reminds me of poetry I would write if I could write poetry or write at all!!
minst
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