Ode to my perrito
Bark!
Bark!
That’s the sound of
My Perrito
When he’s hungry
Ruff!
Ruff!
That’s the sound my
Perrito makes when
He wants to go for a stroll.
Hmm…
Hmm…
That’s the sound my
Perrito makes when
He is sad
Grrr!
Grr!
That’s most definitely
The sound my
Perrito makes when
He’s angry and wants to fight
But my perrito is
The best perrito because
He is my perrito.
Outdoors
“Knowing what you
want want is all you
need to start the
adventure of a lifetime”
You just need to be
Motivated and a spark
Of imagination to start
Your own
Fun filled adventure.
Outdoors is beautiful.
Chirp,Crick and Ruu.
Are the beautiful
Sounds of the outdoors
The sky blue as can be
And the grass as green as can be
The animals big, small,
tall, skinny, loud and soft.
The sky red, purple then dark
with little light bulbs
in the sky.
The Tyger
By William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
London
By William Blake
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
Credits:
Created with images by terimakasih0 - "tiger cat animal" • jill111 - "stack of books vintage books book" • ETersigni - "My Dog" • werner22brigitte - "flying seagull bird" • bhumann34 - "pizza pepperoni pepperoni pizza" • scheidegger0 - "sunbeam rays sun" • arrondee - "tyger" • chrgerhart - "united kingdom clock clock tower"