Thursday, February 12, 2009

little nova came with
stars in her hair
she was looking at me
with her stained glass eyes,
so I gazed at her and said
"we are intrepid, we carry on"
she smiled at me,
then flew up up up
the trees rustling
to show her the way
"we are a trumpet,
we blow horns!"

i don't think she understood



maisie #1 and #2 said...


sophiejade said...

oh that dreamy little house! i wonder what lucky person gets to live there...

McCall said...

I finally posted one of your poems to my blog. I talked to you about it earlier, remember?:) hope you like the post i did.