Jarodx4
10-21-2008, 10:30 PM
This is my first poem,Please don't post harmful comments.thanks.OH IM 12 YEARS OLD TOO.
Winter
I gaze...I gaze at the winter...
The grey clouds round the arch of the mountain like bees to nectar.
The Frost's final destination,
The trees hands..
Clip,Clack goes the orange fured cub,
retreating to his frost covered cave.
The fire,
bursting heat all over the large wooden cabin,while the visitors are getting the skis out ready for morn.
The sun sets,down the face of frosty Earth,
Awaiting morning,
I lay in bed with the blankets almost as fury as a bears back.
The sun arises,
Once again,another day of Winter.
THE END
Its my first one sorry,The more the practice the better.
Winter
I gaze...I gaze at the winter...
The grey clouds round the arch of the mountain like bees to nectar.
The Frost's final destination,
The trees hands..
Clip,Clack goes the orange fured cub,
retreating to his frost covered cave.
The fire,
bursting heat all over the large wooden cabin,while the visitors are getting the skis out ready for morn.
The sun sets,down the face of frosty Earth,
Awaiting morning,
I lay in bed with the blankets almost as fury as a bears back.
The sun arises,
Once again,another day of Winter.
THE END
Its my first one sorry,The more the practice the better.