the first rhymes

(the first two poems i ever wrote, yeah, i should have quit when i was ahead)

Home, home, home
The place I roam,
Anywhere's home for me.
It can be a little boat
Out in the great blue sea.
It can even be a shack
On the hills of Acapac.
Anywhere's home for me,
A place where I enjoy privacy.
Four walls, a window, roof and a door,
Who could ever ask for more?
So as I sit to write this poem,
I think of my home, sweet home.

Standing Alone

There is a tree outside,
Which stands all alone.
Behind it children hide
And birds call it home.

In the first spring
It blossoms and grows
Alone it's a king
That everyone knows.

Then come summer,
With seeds to bear
And the circus with a drummer
In the weather so fair.

Then comes fall
And down come the seeds
Children play ball
While mother earth feeds

Then there's dreaded winter,
The time for frost and cold
And crackling fires splinter
And the wind blows so bold

Then comes spring again
And the tree is not alone,
For where the seeds have lain,
Four new trees have grown.

(Age 11)