I am the eight ball in the side pocket,
the stuffing of toys and dolls,
a bruised banana in a fruit bowl,
the sun in the grass,
the rapid winds in a hurricane,
the beginning of an earthquake.
I am the soul of the flowers, oxen, and little oinkers.
I am the combination of all these things.
When I am happy the bull-run and stampede will
become nothing in your mind and everything in mine.
When I am sad, I laugh with slobbers of tears
and frown with smiles of muscles.
When I am the tourist in the prairie, I am immortalized into heaven.
When I am running, you see the wind with shadows of many.
I am not
the person who starts
the hurricanes.
poetry4kids
Hi,
Great poem, I like it….
I wish you all the best with IKE arriving this weekend.
Let’s hope it doesn’t do TOO much damage…
My thoughts and prayers are with you….
Milou
(poetry 4 kids)
http://poetry4kids.wordpress.com