A paint chip poem
This morning the sun is warm,
The wind is whistling,
And the birds are singing.
The Blue Bird wakes with a sigh,
Opens her wings,
And flaps to the sky.
Sleek and agile,
She dances from side to side,
Like Blue Energy,
Surging from the sky.
Cool Sea Air,
Ruffles the feathers,
Of many a bird,
Soaring, high,
in this Twilight Bloom sky.
Dancing from side to side.
Paint chips: Twilight Bloom, Blue Energy, and Blue Bird.
Credits for Photo: National Geogarphic -Gray CatBird
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Probably Bad Poems I Wrote in 6th Grade and Now
PoetryPoems I've written in 6th grade, and currently if found inspiration or if someone wants me to try and make a poem about something in particular even if it doesn't turn out that good because I swear I suck at writing. Wattys awards 12# in 6thgrade
