Many times I've looked
At this little creature,
While studying each trait
And each unique feature.
Can this be the one
That we lost on that day,
Or did he just happen
To adopt us and stay?
The past fifteen years
Have left us in a fog,
But somehow we don't care
For we love this old dog.
We do know for sure,
One thing is for certain;
He has brought us much joy,
And helped raise the curtain.
He's been loyal and true
For so many years now;
If he's an impostor
It doesn't matter, somehow.
Reflections
By: Serena
As you stare into a looking glass,
you may see things you never knew.
No matter what you see or hope,
to see you can never change your view.
The person staring back at you,
is the hardest to impress.
And if you've done that you have,
passed your most difficult test.
You may see things that you've been given,
or even things you lack.
But you'll never know just who you are,
if you've cheated the one staring back . . .
Snowball
Book:Falling Up
By: Shel Silverstein
I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be,
I thought I'd keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me,
I made it pajamas,
And a pillow for its head,
Then last night it ran away,
But first - it wet the bed.
I Hate The Way You Talk To Me,
And The Way You Cut Your Hair.
I Hate The Way You Drive My Car.
I Hate It When You Stare.
I Hate Your Big Dumb Combat Boots,
And The Way You Read My Mind.
I Hate You So Much It Makes Me Sick--
It Even Makes Me Rhyme.
I Hate The Way You're Always Right.
I Hate It When You Lie.
I Hate When You Make Me Laugh--Even worse,
When You Make Me Cry.
I Hate It When You're Not Around,
And The Fact That You Didn't Call.
But Mostly I Hate The Way,
I Don't Hate You--
Not Even close, Not Even a Little Bit, Not Any At All.
--Kat Stratford--
I Wonder Why Dad is so Thoroughly Mad
Book: New Kid On The Block
By: Jack Prelutsky
I wonder why Dad is so thoroughly mad,
I can't understand it at all,
unless it's the bee still afloat in his tea,
or his underwear, pinned to the wall.
Perhaps it's the dye on his favorite tie,
or the mousetrap that snapped his shoe,
or the pipefull of gum that he found with his thumb,
or the toilet sealed tightly with glue.
It can't be the bread crumbled up in his bed,
or the slugs someone left in the hall,
I wonder why Dad is so thoroughly mad,
I can't understand it at all.
