Wonder where they come from?
Wonder where they go?
Wonder why they're sometimes high
and sometimes hanging low?
...
I loved my friend.
She went away from me.
There; s nothing else to say.
the poem ends,
...
We read books in school
and we write stories
about what we did on
summer vacations.
...
Laughing Tomatoes
In our backyard
we plant
tomatoes,
The happiest
of all
vegetables,
With joy
they grow round
with flavor,
Laughing
they change
to red,
Turning
their wire-framed
bushes,
Into
Christmas trees
in spring.
simple like a hymn and musical like a song. I appreciate it like a lyric and praise it like an authentic voice of a poetess....Keep up the spirit of creativity dear poetess