My Special Place In Nature

Its Quiet, Peacefull, and Beautiful.
I am sitting on a boulder.
Trees surround me.
I listen to nothing, but the wind
And the radiant birds beautiful songs.
I see rabbits jumping with joy
Like a tiger attacking it’s pray.
The tall forest grass,
Sways to the whispering voice,
Of the wind.
It’s Quiet Peaceful, and Beautiful.

`~A Life of Friendship`~

A friend,
is someone,
we turn to for a helping hand.
Someone who can turn a frown into a beautiful smile.
Friendships can come and go,
like waves upon the sand.
A friend will share dreams,
and secrets because they care.
A friend will listen,
with their heart,
and will always be honest with you.
The best of friends will share
a friendship of a lifetime.

`~I Skateboard~`

I skateboard,

the wind brushing through my hair.

It's an amazing feeling to me.

I feel as if I am soaring through the clouds high above.

I feel free,

like an eagle flying in any direction it wishes.

Like a baby bird in a nest, afraid it might fall from its nest.

I see myself skating into the distance,

I get further and further away,

and everything becomes a blur.

I drift away.

`~Poem Of A Poem~`

You can't just look for poetry anywhere....Not from a book or from the internet. Poetry comes from your heart. Where you feel your thoughts, special moments, special people, your loved ones,special places. Poetry comes from life experiances. You live a new life everyday.You hold onto the good times of the past. Everyday can be a new poem.

~`The Night Sky`~

I'm sitting by a window,

all by myself

Looking outside,

seeing the bright evening moon

shine through the dusky clouds

The stars twinkling in the far away sky,

dazzeling in perfection

The wind rushing through the trees

with a rustling sound of a whispering voice.

The night is clear, peacful, and perfect.

~`IDK October Winds~`

By: Haileigh Smith

Im sitting on my porch,

the wind blowing hard,

as if I can almost fly.

I look around,

I see our halloween ornaments,

sticking in the grass.

They sway back in forth from the wind.

My siblings playing with there friends,

asking me what im doing.

I tell them as I write this poem.

I look out seeing the sun setting on the houses,

I wonder as I gaze around,

If this is a good poem.

Its getting cold and time to go,

as everyone is saying there good byes.

as there friends go home.

Since my poem has now ended,

I say,

Good Bye.

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