Poems

Alphabet Soup

I'm staring at my soup,

When suddenly I see

The entire alphabet

Smiling back at me.


All Fall Down

First one leaf, then another,

Red falls first, next gold and brown.

Along comes a gust of wind

And all the leaves fall down.


My Best Friend

My best friend likes to lick.

He likes to run and play.

My best friend's name is Max.

I'm glad he came to stay.