Old Lady
She sits alone in her bedroom.
Her cat has just come to its doom.
The little cat was her best friend
She has no family on which to depend
Now she has nobody to love.
She prays that help will come from above.
She doesn't want to be by herself
Like a rag doll left on the shelf.
Ode To Nature
This is my ode to nature,
who brings new life in the spring.
As I lean against a tree,
I can feel its rough bark on my skin.
I can see squirrrles chasing each other.
The sweet scent of lilacs
wafts through the air and
the bees are buzzing in the daisies.
Children pluck the ripened berries
and let the red juice drip down their chins.
This is my ode to nature,
who brings the heat of the summer.
As I walk to the beach,
the long stiff grass scratches at my legs.
The air smells of the salty sea..
I can see gulls soaring over the ocean.
I can hear the roaring of the waves
as they pound onto the shore.
I eat the juicy crab
caught off the dock by the fishermen.
This is my ode to nature,
who turns the leaves red in fall.
As I walk through the rain,
I can feel the water dripping down my face
the smell of wet leaves and dirt
rises from the ground.
The trees are bare and lifeless,
and the wind is howling
through their empty branches.
I bite into a fresh, crisp, green, apple,
just picked yesterday.
This is my ode to nature
who brings the cold in winter.
As I walk,
the snow crunches under my feet.
the world is coverd in a blanket of white.
I raise my head to the sky
and let the snowflakes land on my tongue.
I scoop up a pile of snow
and pack it into a tight ball.
The smell of pine is in the air.