Peoms by My Son

My Pencil  --  by My Son, 4th Grader, 2007

My pencil has a big pink eraser with a huge sharp tip.
My pencil has stripes of yellow with words on it.
My pencil writes and draws all shapes and sizes.
My pencil is made out of wood with lead inside of it.


Icicles

Icicles, icicles hanging here,
Icicles, icicles hanging there,
Smashing and crashing on the ground,
Hitting all the people and seeing them frown.


October

Thrills and chills run down your back.
Ghostly figures start to chat.
Black cats roam around
and scare you to the ground.
Zombies start to scare
and turn into big bears.
Then there was a flash and a beam,
then you know it's Halloween.


A crazy day

I was on a dock.
I saw a hawk
and it started to mock
me side to side.
It started to glide.
I tried to hide,
until it started to run away.
Man, it was a crazy day.