What is poetry

Do you know

Is it an art form

In which you can show

What is poetry

Do you know

Is it a way of showing emotion

So that your feelings will grow

What is poetry

Do you know

Is it a song

That people are willing to show

I sit at my window

and stare down at the land.

I dream of a beach

and its golden soft sand.

I dream of the breeze

and its ocean smell.

I dream of watching

the ocean swell.

I dream of it smoothing

over like glass.

I dream of the ocean

when not a wave will go past.

I dream of the ocean

outside my room in my yard.

Instead of the grass and the dirt

and the ground that's so hard.

By Ceara Dixon

There is plenty of time some say,

Though they do not know;

But we have only so much time to stray,

And time will live but we will go.

While we are here we are living things,

We can smell, feel and touch;

And as the days go on less time it brings,

For having fun and such.

As time goes by,

People wonder and pray;

Sometimes they cry,

And hope to wake the next day.

The truth is time is time,

And we cannot blame it for any crime.

By Ceara Dixon