May your sycamore tree grow hands.
May the sun heat your heart.
May your legs swing like a carnival.
May your house never be blue.
May the rain kiss your eyelids.
May starfish protect your dreams.
May music blossom into flowers.
May a tornado dance through your enemy’s house.
May icicles hang like angels.
May you smell like white lace.
May you find an emerald ring.
May you catch the world in your hands.
May you sleep under the moon’s eye.
by Jennifer, 5th Grade
Autumn Whispered to their Upturned Faces, originally uploaded by Trapac via flickr
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Comments
Jennifer,
Thank you for your writing and poetry. My favorite lines in your poem are, “May icicles hang like angels”. I don’t think I will look at icicles again and not think of your words. I just found this site and I am enjoying all the writing. Keep it up! – Lori
Jennifer- may all the wonderful things you wish for others come to you. Your poem has a beautifully balanced rhythm. Well done!