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Rose Kinniburgh Poem
It's school time again,
Summer pasted like a cool breeze.
Someone stop time,
I need minute to breathe.
No one can stop time,
Not even the greatest person of all.
Everyone knows it is true,
The big and the small.
I am afraid of getting old,
I'm scared of people dying.
I know I can't stop time,
So I sometimes feel like crying.
I'm only young now,
But I know I'll be old someday.
I want to pause time,
If I could only find a way.
I know if I spend my whole life,
Wanting time to slow down.
I wouldn't find all the things in life,
That I could've found.
So now im going to accept,
That time does go by.
And not spend my whole life thinking,
About getting old and when people die.
Copyright © Rose Kinniburgh | Year Posted 2011
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Who's sometimes nice,
who's sometimes mean.
who thinks she is best,
at most everything.
Who believes in the saying,
"First is the worse and second is the best"
who wishes of her big sister,
she had less.
Who lets her anger out,
in pinches and scratches,
who would try to force me,
to light matches.
Who would want to stay up
when I wanted to go to bed.
Who when she got mad,
she would slap me on the head.
No, I wouldn't want a big sister,
who would cause so many difficulties.
But,Wait, does that big sister
sound alot like me?
Copyright © Rose Kinniburgh | Year Posted 2011
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The little girl held him,
As he died.
Hoping,just hoping,
That he would survive.
But in her hands,
Is were he died.
He couldn't here,
The little girl cry.
Up on the hil,
She buried him,
That little bird,
Now dead and limp.
She made him a grave,
Were he could lay.
She will never forget,
That sad,sad day.
Copyright © Rose Kinniburgh | Year Posted 2011
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Rose Kinniburgh Poem
1. I saw a sunset,
that I will try to describe.
It was so beautiful!
A real wonder of the outside!
2. Pinkish clouds dotted a sky blue background,
and a few gray rolled by.
This is only a portion,
of the beauty saw in the sky.
3. I cant explain,
the beauty I saw and felt.
To know the real beauty,
you must see it yourself.
Can any one tell me what kind of form this is??
Copyright © Rose Kinniburgh | Year Posted 2011
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