Time for Poetry
Nishika Mudda
A Thanksgiving Feast
F-- for fresh, yellow French fries
E-- for eighteen, eggy egg rolls
A-- for an appealing, autumn apple pie
S-- for sweet, hot, spicy or sour sauce
T-- for a tasty, tom turkey
Ode To Tennis
Tennis, the sport I love,
I love playing with you.
Although I play with you everyday,
I will never get bored of you.
I picked up a racket
when I was seven,
and I've held onto it
until now (I'm eleven).
When I started to play,
I put down my iPad
and really went out there,
it wasn't that bad.
Tennis, the sport I love,
I love playing with you.
Even if you let go of me,
I will never let go of you.
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Yesterday seems so long ago
It held the sounds of children playing and screaming
With its mistakes and faults
Yesterday is now beyond our control
Today is the time to be responsible
It is the time to work hard
With its angriness, sadness and happiness
Today is when you plan for tomorrow
Tomorrow is a new day
You never know what is going to come
It is like a new born baby chick
Tomorrow too, is beyond our immediate control