A Windy Day In Spring

 You should have heard the wind Roaring in my orchard One fine spring day in May He was so full of himself He almost blew the trees away Why he was in such a foul mood Even the robins couldn’t say All I know for sure Is that once he

The Two Travellers

 There were two travellers Who walked along a path one day The first was a dreamer The other a capitalist they say The dreamer watched the rainbow Where melodious songbirds fly Their symphony a command performance A ballet in the sky The capitalist saw no beauty Or value along his

The Witch’s Broom

 One spooky night In a lonely pumpkin patch A wicked witch with an evil eye Cursed her sorry plight For try as she might Her broomstick would not fly Over and over again The witch sat on her broom Under the moonlit sky But try as she might Even reciting

Gratitude

 I offer my gratitude To everything on earth That’s as sweet to the eye As glistening cherry blossoms Under a clear blue sky To the early morning light At the dawn of day To the dew that washes A flowers wrinkles away To the sound of thunder And the rain’s

One Halloween Night

 I was sitting around my room one night When all of a sudden I saw a dreadful sight Right before me covered all in white Was a ghostly figure who gave me a terrible fright I froze on the spot in a horrible state And nervously pondered my uncertain fate