The Moon
It is night.
The moon waits until the sun goes down so that he can speed across
the sky to find the waiting sun.
They swap places in the pitch black sky.
He checks on all of the children with his beady eyes.
He smiles because he knows that they are all sound asleep.
By Megan M.
A Cloudy Poem
The clouds wake up in the morning,
Taking over the sky by stretching out wide.
Trying to hide the sun.
Playing with each other, joining together, moving shape.
Flying around carelessly, floating wonderfully in the sky.
When the sun goes down they bounce around with their friends the stars.
"Oh how I wish I could fly like cloud !"
By Megan D.
I like it. It reminds me a bit of a Winnie the Pooh poems about clouds.
ReplyDeleteAmazing word pictures, Megan. I love reading high quality writing. Keep up the great work!
ReplyDeleteMrs Steel
wish i can write like that and awesome poem!
ReplyDeletethose poems are amazing i love them all!!!
ReplyDeletetht was really good
ReplyDeleteI really like that peom
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