My New Friends

September 29, 2005 by wicked_jonny
Filed under: Poetry

I have 2 new friends,
from the U.S. of A.,
they like England so much,
they don’t want to stay!

I like talking to them,
and letters are fun,
and while I’m in the dark,
they’re in the sun.

One’s called Cassie,
the other’s called Phil,
and then there’s Breanne,
and there’s more of them still!

Unfortunately now,
this poem has to end,
but I’m so glad I met
my new friends.

Autumn

by cheesey nic nacs
Filed under: Poetry

The water trickles softly, creating a pleasing sound and leaves crunch under your feet. A light breeze rustles the leaves on the trees, it’s a crisp Autumn morning and the aroma of damp vegetation drifts to your nostrils. You can hear birds around you and life is blissful.