I wrote a poem,
I read it aloud.
It talked about the sky,
It talked about clouds.
It talked about spring and winter and fall,
It talked about summer, the best sea son of all.
It talked about dancing and music and fun,
It talked about the planets, the moon, the sun.
It talked about rain pouring down from the sky,
It talked about the feeling of saying good bye.
It talked about get ting lost in a book,
It talked about the thrill of writing a hook.
It talked about friends and how they fade away,
It talked about how I wish they could stay.
It talked about apology, unfair excuses,
It talked about words that have many uses.
It talked about music, with thick chords so sweet,
It talked about pie and ice cream and treats.
It talked about colors so vibrant and bright,
It talked about stars that shine through the night.
It talked about memories that I'd al ways have,
It talked about words that made me feel bad.
It talked about my thoughts, my feelings, my mind,
It talked about leaving my past behind.
It talked about every thing I am feeling now,
It talked about happy things, yet sad things some how.
I wrote a poem,
I read it aloud.
A poem so simple,
Yet so pro found.