I am asked why I love winter so much.
It’s not the cold
Or shorter days,
Or the bare-to-branch trees.
Or Christmas break,
-although that’s good-
Or falling of the leaves.
It’s the spirit of the holidays,
And the Christmas songs I hear,
There are many ways
I get in the faze,
Around this time of year.
By Esha C
I wrote this poem because I love reading rhyming poems, and I thought I’d give it a go. All I said was true, for I love the winter and all the wonderful things that come with it! I find it the time of the year that I anticipate the most and feel the happiest because who doesn’t love the holidays! It’s a time where I can wear knee high socks and it makes sense, and when I can have hot cocoa in the correct weather. And all the memories that I’ve had around this time of year inspired me to make this poem.
I know I already put a poem on my blog, but why not! I’m an avid reader of poetry, and love Emily Dickinson, and Shel Silverstein.
His body was cold,
and sickly green,
and as he scouted the jungle
he bobbed his head,
land lunged at a procompsognathus
that was unaware—yet terrified.
and I saw the slash of the claws,
and a pair of razor sharp teeth,
and eyes full of menace,
wide and dilated and sharp.
Then out of the bush,
with those quick feet
moving with out effort
he ran – that strange bird,
cold, tense, sickly green,
he was part lizard part chicken,
oart neither -for his blood was ice.
inspired by “The Shark”by Edward John Pratt
I was inspired to make this poem because I was currently reading “The Lost World” which is the second book in the amazing series. So….what d’ya think?