Poems
By: Madelyn Drane
The Prairie Girl
tufts of grass cling to her
as spots of sunlight peek out
on this day, she'd never pout
a sweet aroma fills the air
The prairie girl has no cares
She tumbles down unto a stream
things don't look as they seem
Rows and rows of trees galor
so much fruit, who wants more?
soon she spots a golden stallion
she desires him, as her meddalion
she races up to the mare
she attempts to groom and tame
the horse who'd never go lame
Really Sick
my throat is soar, the tissues are gone
although I don't feel mad,
I've felt awful since the break of dawn
I feel so blue
I'm so tired
What am I to do?
I feel like an overdue library book - I've expired
If you have exprienced what I feel
you would think twice before you would say
that having a cold is no big deal
mabye tommorow I will actually feel okay
Sick Pictures
My Narrative Poem
she suddenly worried about the parking fee
she had misplaced her purse
getting a ticket would make her money situation worse
so she turned around the car
with glumness she stated, "But I've gone so far!"
She called Aunt Betty and Uncle Bob
she asked for help, but ended crying in a sob
she had an issue, a problem so big
finally she gave up in a huff
and told herself "enough is enough"
so she drove back home in a hurry
and as she unpacked
she found the dreaded bag in a fury