The Old Grandfather Clock A little bit frustrated A little bit upset He twisted so much His stomach is now tied in big wooden knots

As I fly across the white paper Every splash of paint Is like a music chord It can never be replayed

Every day I dream of seeing a Superhero flyby Out of the corner of my eye I saw Superman flying so high I saw his blue costume

My bedroom is a little bit different I walk through my hallway I open my bedroom door My bedroom is a big picture on the wall

Brianna the Blackberry Fairy Her swinging wand of blackberries and sharp thorns Swinging slowly on the green pointy blackberry leaves

I always wanted to fly One day I folded paper This way That way Folding the giant piece of paper Straightening it out Creasing it

I always knew Yes, I did I would be famous one day I am the harlequin cockerel I stand so tall and proud

Half a dozen eggs Well rounded Tears streaming down their fragile shells Tissues Blowing runny noses Wiping tears from their teary eyes

Please will you help Read happy stories and poems on your book shelves The evil story and poetry monsters are trying to escape poetry and

I felt so tired and weary I climbed so many mountains So difficult to climb I washed and drank from the natural rivers and springs

The frog tree The amazing delicate butterfly looked on She had never seen one

As I look into my very loved mirror I see the long chains of my day Hanging down Hanging above me

Miss Arsenic she is called She came from hell Yet, with the living she does dwell She is a goth wearing her long black silk draping dress

I met someone so special tonight This first Christmas night Tall and handsome Over six foot tall

Today I opened my chocolate advent calendar I could not wait The anticipation of what is behind the cardboard door

I know what you are saying What is that goolish chair doing there Only a skeleton seat The arms of the chair Two skulls looking at me I

I am blessed and grateful When my mind and thoughts were shattered by immense pain The pain like shattered fragile dark glass

A horror hidden beneath the soft hot sands Creep up on your victims with your spindly claw like hands

The pink sky of the early dawn broke Like a beautiful painted picture Soft and as light as a puffed up pillow So fresh and delightful

The world is full of myths The Earth was made in seven days Nature has always fought for a place