Why be normal when you can be you?
Why be blue when you can be any color you choose?
Why sit when you can stand?
Why not turn that frown upside down?
Why be normal when you can be you?
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Showing posts with label Keegan. Show all posts
Friday, May 15, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
A Spring Day
It doesn't get much better-
drawing on a warm-quiet day,
when the cool May air rustles the leaves
and makes you want to live forever.
Against the white page,
when glossy apples
fall like snow from the trees,
reach out and pick a pencil
before the apple moves.
Then make a wish
There is so much to ask for-
a stunning stallion,
a grass green emerald,
or a blood red ruby.
Yet all you'll wish for
is another spring day,
just like this one,
and one more
pocketful of pencils.
drawing on a warm-quiet day,
when the cool May air rustles the leaves
and makes you want to live forever.
Against the white page,
when glossy apples
fall like snow from the trees,
reach out and pick a pencil
before the apple moves.
Then make a wish
There is so much to ask for-
a stunning stallion,
a grass green emerald,
or a blood red ruby.
Yet all you'll wish for
is another spring day,
just like this one,
and one more
pocketful of pencils.
Monday, March 9, 2015
Keegan
Hello I'm a student here at The Little School and I love to write. I hope to share my stories and poetry with you, so come back later.
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