Assorted Poems 1

Story ID:	1279
Written by:	K. L. Farnum
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Dry Ridge U. S. A.
Year:	2001
Person:	Everyone

The Little House

My little house is empty, there is no one living there. She came in early one morning and started bringing in all sizes of sticks. Each one had it's own little place. She had worked diligently everyday. But one day she came with a stick that was much to big, and as hard as she tried it would not fit. This went on for several days, She never seemed to tire. I knew that soon, there would be a family there. My little house is empty, there's no one living there. But it comes completely furnished, if anyone should care.


Roses In My Garden

There's roses in my garden, they climb upon my fence. There's red ones, and yellow ones, and white ones, and pink. Too the touch they are so smooth, and to the nose they are so sweet. There's roses in my garden, they climb upon my fence.

Gossamer Threads

His home is the gossamer threads that hang up in the air. He weaves them every-where. When the dew dampens the gossamer threads, they appear to be laden in pearls. If the wind should damage the gossamer threads, he is there to make the repairs. It catches his food on which he survives. In his gossamer web, he lives and survives.

little Flower

Her eye's are a misty blue,
Her cheeks are pudgy too.
She dances in the wind,
And she bathes in the dew.
Humming birds love the nectar,
Bee's do to.

Billowy White

The clouds appear to be balls of cotton,
The shapes are all to soon forgotten,
They come in white and sometimes grey.
You'll see them almost everyday.

Potpourri

Potpourri is like a jar of spice,
Take off the lid, and it smells so nice.
It's like a garden in full bloom,
For I have some in every room.

@ K.L. Farnum