It’s Poetry Month. Here’s a poem I wrote when I was in sixth grade.
If I were spring,
I’d make flowers bloom.
If I were summer,
I’d make sweet rain.
In autumn I’d rest,
In winter I’d blow,
In spring I would
Start it all over again!
Yes, in spring I’d make the
Flowers grow,
And soft, sweet breezes
To gently blow.
I’d make the birds
Sing soft, sweet notes,
And fairies sail
In soft green boats.
And then in summer
I’d make it rain,
Over the mountain,
Over the plain.
When rain was done,
And sun out did peek,
It never would rain
For a seven day week.
Then in the autumn
I’d take my rest,
Pick colored leaves
Off of trees I like best.
I’d lazily paint them
Before I take them off
And I’d blow them around
With a big lazy cough.
In winter I’d shear
all my fluffity sheep,
And all of my white
Dainty grain I would reap,
And blow it all down
To the earth far below
And plant another garden,
For more wheat to grow.
So if I were spring,
I’d make flowers bloom,
In the summer
I’d make sweet rain.
In autumn I’d rest
In winter I’d blow
In spring I would
Start it all over again!
