Dana's Poems

Circles

Circles are round and curved

The way they swerve and turn

The circumference is nice and round

Its like a ball so toss it round

The circle that I found

A circle a never ending line.

Poetry

Poetry is like a rose

It blooms and sprouts beautifully

Each stanza is like a bud

And turns into a rose when you read it

You understand it more and more

The rose sprouts till' the end.

The Sidewalk

The sidewalk ended at 28th street

I walked at the end of it and took a seat.

I looked way down,

but could not see far

cause it was black down there in that black sticky tar.

They say it's the devils place that black pit

so I got back up and took my dog

for I was getting all sticky in the fog.

The sidewalk was cracked very wide you see

so I took by my side

my dog and me.

We went back to the house

so we wouldn't be

all gobbled up

by the devils deed.