the eye
of time.
faster and faster
a red needle spins through
my head.
two black needles
spinning through my eyes
wiping away tears.
it goes tick-tock
every day
and every night
of my life.
By Rebecca, 3rd grade
[photo by photomastergreg via flickr]
Oh, clock,
tickey tock,
you point
at me
with your nose
on your head
and you tell
me what time
it is. Your
sound is
like when you
tap your
shoe on
the ground. Your
head is
hanging like a
picture. You can
only count
to twelve.
(photo by badboy69 via flickr)
