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Miss Hannah Oct 2011
I look in wonder
At the giant trees standing there
They tower above
Miss Hannah Oct 2011
Splish, splash in the pool
My brother dog paddles through
the water quickly
Miss Hannah Oct 2011
When I close my eyes
I can't see the words
or the pictures
or the birds

I miss the people passing by
and the cars
and the planes
and I don't see the clouds floating through the sky

I don't see the sun
and I don't see the stars
I don't wonder if there might be life on mars
I don't see the moon
and I don't see the wolf
as it sings it's lonely song

I don't see rows of corn
flashing past my window
or the children
or the trees
or the stuff in the shop window

But when I close my eyes
and try not to think
I see splashes of color
and flashes of memories
Long since past
And that's when I realize
My eyes aren't the only way to see.
Miss Hannah Oct 2011
Tadpole
life
creature
small
loud
different
hops
splash
water
chan­ge
Toad
Miss Hannah Oct 2011
Poetry
is like a fish
Swimming through the never ending ocean
of the Human mind
Beautiful and Elusive
No two are alike
it can move and flow gracefully in your head
but flop and gasp for breath once you put it on
Paper
Miss Hannah Oct 2011
Rain and Sun
warmth and life
books and art
looking for fun
loves the night
All these things
are close to her heart

Do you know her?
She swings from angry to happy
in a second, you'd be surprised
Her emotions are a blur
not even she see's when
they might fly by
She knows one day they might be her demise.

The bad and the good
It's all there
some see one or the other or both
But if she could
She'd be one or the other
She knows that's rare
but then it would be clear
who she was.

Looking at the world
like no one else
she sees things that escape others
she knows her world is smaller than most
There's so much to know and so many to meet
some close
some far
But she wants to know who they are.

Dreaming of one day flying away
to far away places
to see distant things
to feel the ocean spray
kiss her skin
To see elephants and kings
God's creations and man-made wonders!
Some how, someday.

Wondering where
her path will lead
to strange, distant places
or to her front door
to breathe mountain air or the cities smog.
Will she do a deed
to be remembered by all
or be forgotten like many
when she will fall?
Miss Hannah Oct 2011
Once I was
A snowflake
falling
freezing
But now I am
Water
flowing freely
down the mountain
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