Today something happened -- Eden went on a writing rampage! She wrote six poems, five of which are recorded here. (The first one was written at church and is still there.)
Rainbow
On a sandy shore I know,
Lots of rain there will flow,
And on hilltop, will appear a rainbow.
So I step outside, and I chase it,
But the bones in my legs will give a fit,
For no matter how far I run,
I cannot catch that colorful fun!
And when I get to the hilltop, just as I have feared,
My colorful friend has disappeared.
So I go home now, with tears in my eyes,
For I do not like to say goodbyes!
But I know, yes I know, even though defeat this time will win,
That a new rainbow shall soon begin.
WaVeS
Waves aren't much at first sight,
But you see, waves always want to fight.
They crash against the rocky shore,
And collide with the sandy floor.
And, oh, oh! They do so much more.
They rear and buck in a wild storm,
And make people feel all forlorn.
They fight and fight with all their might,
And it seems they'll never get life right.
But some day it will end,
And a thankful hand they will lend,
And on that bright, sunny day,
All the fighting they will wash away.
Rain
I like it when it rains,
Rain is like the blood in earth's veins.
It gives us water and therefore life,
Makes it a little less full of strife.
I splash in the puddles that rain makes,
Then go inside to eat chocolate cakes.
And sometimes a rainbow will appear,
And that makes my life a little less full of fear.
Honey
Honey is sticky and sweet,
Its opposite is the stench of my brother's feet.
But I do admit, its warm odor is something hard to beat.
Its lovely warm smell,
Is like a warm spell,
That wafts through the kitchen doors.
It goes with most everything,
Scratch that, it doesn't go with most everything,
It doesn't go with chicken wing,
Or double espresso soufflé fling.
I like it when it's sticky sweet,
Unless it gets in my hair,
Now, honey! That's just not fair.
I love it when I sit down at the table,
I always feel able,
To gobble that honey right up.
Why Does Finding Stuff Have to Be So Hard!!!
Why does finding stuff have to be so hard!
Hard like the hardwood floor,
I'm never going to ask for more.
My shoes! My book!
I've lost it all.
To get it again I'll have to go to the mall.
My life is a mess, a tangle, an alternate universe where everything is missing!
I will have to find my stuff soon,
Or my head will burst like a balloon!
Auuug! Everything is missing, and I can't find any of it!
So, as you can plainly see,
I will have to get my mom to find it for me.
