No Flower
No Color
No Petals
No Leaves.
Life Stollen
From the hot summer sun,
All shriveled up and back on the ground.
Roots all weak
And all coming out,
And petals stolen from the
Sweet summer breeze.
Plant stays still facing the ground.
No Petal
No Breeze
No Root
No Life.
For our topic land,sea and sky we wrote a poem about a dieing plant.
We used another poem called the Blackbird.
Here is mine.
Kate.
Good morning Kate,
ReplyDeleteHow have you been?
I loved your poem I could imagine a dead plant in my mind. l liked when you said life stolen it was very poetic. I literally couldn't find anything bad about your poem
Keep it up.
Hi Maya,
ReplyDeleteI am okay, thank you for checking my blog. Really you cant find anything bad
that is the first time anyone said that.
Bye,
Kate