My Poetry

Today was a shitty day. And then I had meatloaf for dinner. After dinner, my father gave me an old school project, a shoddily bound book entitled My Poetry by William Bill. It was written when I was in grade four. I now present my only attempt at poetry to date (aside from Die Silently Eating Pie, which was a "one-off" written in grade 8).



Found Poem



Through the open port he could see

the pale northern sky

and a single star

by raising himself

he could see the sea

black and mysterious

rising sheer behind the nearby beach



The Far Away Trees



Over the trees and over the snow, I can see almost everything;

a breeze comes across

I shiver, then look down and see green grass

Far away I can see red and yellow flowers.

I can see melting snow and little creatures on the rocks

There are no clouds in the sky and there are far away trees

There are so many trails I can see.



Glorious It Is



Glorious it is

to score a goal in a soccer game

as I run down the field and pass it someone

Then back to the centre line, and in the lead

and hearing the fans on the other side

Glorious it is

to score a goal



Steak



Chewy, juicy

Sizzles on the oven

Blushing on hot oven

Juicy



The Falling Trees



As the wind whistles furiously

I hear a creaking and a crunching

charging at the wind trying to stay up

Crunch!

It falls

I hear crunching of other trees



Alligator Steak



Alligator steak, alligator steak

if I don't get some, I think I'll have to wait

Give away my nose, give away my cake, but don't give away

my alligator steak