Art
Comes from the heart
That’s the beauty of art it
Comes in forms and features
From anything even creatures
Comes is writing
Helps with the lighting
Comes in pictures
Some famous some are riches
Comes in pics
Quite a mix
Comes in painting
Gets a rating
Comes in form
There’s no norm
Comes in places
Comes in faces
Comes in time
Comes in a glass of wine
Art
Is from the heart!

Someone told me once
that I should write for me
in my poetry

But I really want
to write for others to make them happy
in my poetry

So here in this poem
you will surely see
in my poetry

Laugh out loud
laugh a lot
at my poetry!

Sitting in my favourite chair
One early September morn
A little Robin came along
And he settled on my lawn.
He stayed a while and made me smile
He then flew on my wall.
This little Robin that I saw
Had a message to tell us all.
Then suddenly he spread his wings
And then he took to flight
Flying off into the air
Disappearing out of sight.

Then suddenly again it happened
It was such a lovely sight
This time a bright coloured Butterfly
To my eyes brought such delight.
He stayed a while and made me smile
He then flew on my wall
This lovely Butterfly that I saw
Had a message to tell us all.
Suddenly he spread his wings
And then he took to flight
Flying off into the trees
Disappearing out of sight.