A cold icy tundra is a place where I don't want to stay,
It's a place where the sun barely shines every single day.
The frosty grass blows forever flapping in the wind.
But the dangers will scare you allow me to begin
The dangers in this weather that will come to bite you,
Me, Talking about insects, it's better you stay away from
The cold icy tundra a place where icicles form,
A place where it's not even a tad bit warm.
You might need a couple of jackets to survive its rough cold winter,
But, when the long winter is over....
Specs tiny specs of warm sun forms around all the plants
Defreezing them from their chains of frost
And, when they thought all was lost the wind, warm wind came rushing,
The ponds were filled with warm water gushing.
Oh! how the summer began in a flash
But, a huge cloud of terrible ash came and made the plants fall...
The huge forest fire raged and roared,
All that winter it was seemingly bored!
As fast as summer came winter came to save the day!
All in all the tundra white and gray
Snow, soft snow fell on the ground
And, suddenly the tundra made no sound.
Tundra winter dangerous yet fun
Tundra summer welcomes the sun.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
It is fun to go on a rollercoaster,
It is fun to go on a plane,
It is fun to make a painting,
Of a very grassy plain.
It is not fun to make enemies,
In fact, it makes me sad,
When people all around me,
Are very very mad.
So why don't we make a painting?
Of the Skyscraper in Timbuktu
Some people would say "It would be more modern to take a picture you!"
So, let's take a photo in front of the Skyscraper
Let's make some friends along the way,
But, let's travel to a city that is not a tourist attraction
Well, we'll drive them all away.
Saying there has been a mass ******
Oh, yes we will be famous.
Everyone will know who saved the day.
In a town thousands of miles away.
It is fun to make diversions,
It is fun to make paper planes,
It is fun to take a photo,
Of the very grassy plain
(In Maine)
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
In the dark it is quiet,
But somehow the dark can be as loud as a lion.
The dark whispers and leaps on your bed,
And you wish that you would turn on the light instead of torturing yourself.
So, you turn on the light and it hurts,
You Hiss at the light for making your eyes bleed and you plead,
of yourself to turn it off.But you can't, because of the dark....
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC