my name is Dilan;
and I am a twin, flowers;
that I like are called…
Sunflowers, Tulips;
my sis too likes sunflowers;
tulips beautiful;
these my favorite;
flowers Tulips, Sunflowers;
beautiful they ARE!
9/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
9/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
MY NAME IS ---SAVANNAH ROSE SUNFLOWER
my name Savannah
my favorite flowers are
Roses Sunflowers
one is shaped like fist
and the other looks like the sun
both which bright colorful
radiant colors
and O’ how I love them so
Savannah Sunflowers
9/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
a dedicated Haiku verse to Savannah Sorensen
Yes, we are the future,
We’re of a new age;
Yes, we are the new troopers;
New soldiers on the new page
We are God’s children
We are His vision
We are our parent’s new dreams
Let us awaken and be seen
We are God’s children
And we have a right to be heard
Yes, we should be obedient
But also we shall not be ignored
5/22/19
A dedication to students..
~Steven David*Taevyn Watson*Breckinridge Parra*
Jaden Stabler*
Tiaharraylnn Cole*Christian Wood*Jaden Sorensen*
Colton Turek*
Andrew Moffit*Joe Williams*Ronnie Cross*Amber Barnes*
Phoebe Klimek*
Luis Novelo*
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
If a breath of air was to hard to swallow would one
collapse or stumble onto feet to found resirpiration,
a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hand,
a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hands,
honest of pure sweat like a tiger with the aim of a raven
how does a vent of a vented prey,
like a predator take form beam in or sworn in
for vertex unknown clarify ferrate,
is it yate of time songs and birds apparition appease,
shack of a hand of a vertex appease learn of sleep,
or false within then why do one hands fold in such ways,
and beads solitude still hope or conscience statue,
a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hand,
a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hands,
if waiting patiently like walk of solomon death can,
it hold a person awake yease to take part post or yet to take,
flight fluid in sorensen like howls in the night can you hear ancerstry right, howling louder then a grave yard or a missing foe tell me all intuition,
a base a tone a turn of a century what hold hands.
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