What I Think About Magic, Sunny Stier-Wood [top e book reader .txt] 📗

WHAT I THINK ABOUT MAGIG

You don't have to be a wizard
To have magic inside of you.
Some wizards
Don't even HAVE the magic
I'm talking about.
If they don't believe,
They'll never have the magic
Of imagination.


WINTERTIME

(A 2 stanzaed haiku)

Soft snow on the ground
Dead brown leaves and leafless trees
Wintertime is here.

Fall has dissapeared
I feel it will not reurn
Winter has conquered.




THE FACTORY

I stare up at the building,
The pollution making me cough.
This sad, empty place fills me
With despair, misery, and loss.
I wish they'd close this place down
And reuse it for something worth being.
My face turnes into a downright frown
As I remember global heating.
Animals are becoming extinct,
And this factory's doing nothing about it,
All it's doing is making the air stink,
And dirtying the land around it.
It's time, I think, to have a say
In how the Earth is dying,
To choose what's good, and what will pay
For the damage it's applying.
With determined thoughts I walk away
Back to my little house
I just want the world to be happy and gay
But over the world I see right now, the sky is full of gray.




MAGIC MIRROR

Mirror Mirror,
On the wall,
Whose the fairest of them all?
And here's another question for you,
Do you think it matters? Well, I don't think so, too.
Everyone always says that beauty is only skin deep,
Friendship,love, and happiness is what we ought to keep.


LEMONS AND LEMONADE

"Even if it feels impossible," Daddy always tells me,
"Try to make lemonade out of lemnons."
That was the day when I scraped my knee.
Today while making fresh lemonade,
I accidentally got some in my eye and
YOW! It hurt, bad!
But now I don't know what to do,
'Cause I was already making lemonade,
And we're out of lemons.




THE UPSIDE DOWN WOMAN

There once lived an upside down woman
Who slept in her upside down bed
She fed upside down treats to her upside down dog
And for fun stood on her upside down head.
Every day she would walk to the upside down park,
She'd climb trees and sit in their upside down bark.
The sky was below her and the grass above,
She had an upside down meaning of friendship and love.
One day while bathing in her upside down bath
She couldn't breath and, rght before she died, Realized the truth with a flash
If you have an upside down version of things,
Life will be bad.


WE ARE DIFFERENT, AND WE ARE PROUD.

Black or white,
Poor or rich,
Young or old,
Male, female, or bysexual,
Big or small,
We are all different,
And we are proud of that.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Annabelle (Sunny) Stier-Wood was born in Evergreen, Colorado. She has wanted to be an author ever since 1st grade and is working on her first chapter book at age 10, called Ruby Isand. It is 98 pages.

Publication Date: 11-26-2010

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Dedication:
I dedicate this poetic book to my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Berg, who tricked my stubborn, non poetry liking mind into loving it.