Holloween Night is such a fright Ghosts and Goblins are really a sight The witches stir brew The goblins they drool The bats fly high up in the sky While the children all laugh watching the costumes they pass As they knock at the doors They say Trick or Treat Only in hopes for a really sweet treat Holloween night is such a fright
What is a Poem A poem is hidden in the soundlessspeechless soft clouds Tossing turning twisting in the crystal clear aquamarine sky Look inside a pleasing pretty flower Climb immeasurable immenseimpressive mountains If you find a poem handle it carefully Like a newborn puppy For a poem can die or slip through fingers Like creamy butter And be lost in the dark streets Look in places where you have never been before And there you might find a poem Lost somewhere in the soft clouds The clear sky or a pretty flower Waiting for you! by Amber Hickman (aged 8)
You have a special place in my heart The place that will never empty You take up the biggest space When your sick I will be there to confort When you hurt yourself I will be there to help When you heart gets broken I will find the peaces No matter where you go Whatever you do I will be here for you No matter what happens Always know I love you In every way I can I will give you my heart Every last bit of it I give you my Love All I have in it.
Fly Another morning comes again You rise as soon as the dawn breaks. You force yourself to carry on, However much your mind aches. The thought of freedom, The tangles of love and pain, The things you remember to breathe for, The reasons you remain. I have one thing to ask of you; Just please, can you answer me why? How can you keep your feet on the ground, When you know you were meant to fly?
"Someone has said that a friend is a bank of credit on which we can draw supplies of confidence, counsel, sympathy, help, and love. And that is true, for if you have a genuine friend, you possess riches greater than silver or gold. Which, of course, brings us to the other sideof the question: are you, and am I, the kind of friend that others can treasure?"
"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile... it's the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship."
"No birth certificate is issued when friendship is born. There is nothing tangible. There is just a feeling that your life is different and that your capacity to love and care has miraculously been enlarged with out any effort on your part. It's like having a tiny apartment and somebody moves in with you. But instead of becoming cramped and crowded, the space expands, and you discover rooms you never knew you had until your friend moved in with you."
Love is like magic And it always will be For love still remains Life's sweet mystery Love works in ways That are wondrous and strange And there's nothing in life That love cannot change Love can transform The most commonplace Into beauty and splendor And sweetness and grace Love is unselfish Understanding and kind For it sees with its heart And not with its mind Love is the answer That everyone seeks Love is the language That every heart speaks Love can't be bought It is priceless and free Love, like pure magic Is life's sweet mystery
If you understand Nature, The deer will eat from your hand. The sun makes the plants, Animals eat the plants, The humans eat the animals, and Earth needs the humans to take care of it. So you see, as you stare into the endless sky, we live from our Mother Gaia's birth, and if you understand Nature, The deer will eat from your hand. And we all, plants, animals, humans, are children of the Earth.