May
24
Creatures in a poem
TREES AND FIREFLIES
by Matthew
When I go to sleep
each night
I hear a piercing sound
I look outside
my window
and see a dark green movement,
right,
left,
side to side,
glowing with a a million
little lights
with eyes shining,
yellow and white
in the backyard,
even my mom sometimes,
gets afraid,
of the old oak tree,
and the mini fireflies.
GARBAGE
By Tony
I am a creature,
that gets bigger every second,
and every second I get bigger,
I take away a second from who created me.