Poetry A Small Collection
The Lamb
The lamb bounced falling a continuous breath
Fatigue
It leaped again against the wind on its feet
Untill its ankles ached
The gate finally opens and
forward it went for its freedom
Turnips
Oh how I love planting
Them
And watching them grow
How good they are
For mind, body and soul
These turnips
Growing seeds of
perfection
All the more profound
Samantha
She walks with her head held high
Always fighting for her respect
She finds many friends and some foes
Her long hair shows her beauty
We were once friends
How time has changed so much