Pause for Poetry
Mrs. Schmitt, Block 3/4
Narrative Poem: The Test
My sister and I sat at home one day,
When suddenly I heard her say,
"Want to be a friend, my dear?"
The words I had long awaited to hear!
As quick as a flash, I shouted, "Oh, yes!"
"But first, " she explained, "you'll be put to a test."
"Ride to the store, " she said with a grin,
"Buy me some candy and my friendship you'll win."
I jumped on my bike and rode like the wind,
Down streets, around corners to where the sidewalk would end.
Tires hit gravel, I fell to the ground,
I jumped back on without making a sound.
I arrived at the store, limping in pain,
Mind on the friendship I hoped I would gain.
I found the sweet treats and headed to line,
Knowing the victory soon would be mine.
Back on the bike and home I would go,
A sore ankle would make the ride painful and slow.
So let me give you a piece of advice,
Sibling friendship can sometimes come with a price.
Crystallized water ice clouds
Soft, white, fluffy, flakes