Peaceful Poetry By: Aidan Kane
Ode to Guerra
Guerra is usually crazy,
although she is sometimes calm.
Guerra is occasionally lazy
when she is with my mom.
She likes going on a walk
like every other dog,
then she sleeps like a rock
or chew on a log.
But I don't like that she sheds
and her white hair gets everywhere
including on the beds.
Her hair also gets in the air.
I am always thankful to have her
as a companion because
Guerra likes to purr
and I get to pet her fuzz.
If you ever know what it's like to win,
You will know that nothing succeeds like success.
If you have been
in a close game and you win, it will relieve all of your stress.
When your in a tough race
and you finally pull ahead.
You eventually get first place
and you feel the exact opposite of dead.
Three Major Sports
The physical sport is football.
The sport you have to run a lot in is basketball.
The sport you need patience for is baseball.
America's pastime is baseball.
The new favorite sport is football.
The always liked sport is basketball
The players with the most endurance play basketball.
The players with the best mindset play baseball.
The toughest players play football.
The three major sports in America are: basketball, baseball, and football.
By: William Blake
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
The Road Not Taken
By: Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.