Poetry, Ryhmes, Dittys, and Sisterly Companionship November 19, 2008

Here is a poem that I came across the other day, tell me what you think of it:

The sun it rose with majesty,

The clouds were touched with gold,

It shimmered on the rooftops,

The moment now we hold.

Heidi, Trippy, and I are all sitting in the living room making different kinds of art, it is so awesome. Trippy is writing a song for Music II, Heidi is doing stuff with pictures, and I, well I am trying to write poetry, and we’re cracking up at each other . Here is a little ryhme thing that Trippy came up with [ it should be read C..D..E...Who..Ha..He]:

C, D, E, Who, Ha, He

Here is another little ditty, one that I came up with, like, just now so it is kinda stupid:

They were dying.He was crying.

Take a penny. Drop it in the well.

Well people, pray for Grandma,

Fare Thee Well,

-Kristi