A poem I wrote about Snow

Snow
by Amelia Staats

White dots filled the pale sky
Quiet, peaceful sailing high
Twinkling in the bitter night
An icy, silent bit of light

Coming from the clouds above
Like a flock of glittered doves
Landing in the bare trees
Bringing happiness to all that sees

Cheerful laughs play in the snow
Rosy cheeks and frozen toes
Swiveling all the way down
Hitting the white, icy ground

This is my Thanksgiving poem

I waited and waited in the tiny woodshed
When the time came I would know
Once a chill rushed in
And the farmer came out of the snow

He came in with his thick coat
And took me by the feet
Grab is knife, some wood, an ax
And prepare for the thanksgiving feast

Skin the potatoes and mash them up
Straighten all the seats
Cook up all the vegetables
And turn on the oven heat!

Then he waited for his guests
Just staring out the door
Soon they arrive two then five
Adults and kids galore

Finally my time was up
When the farmer grabbed his ax
“We don’t eat meat,” he said grabbing some wood
And patting me on the back.

This a poem i wrote with my aunt tricia in New Hampshire

Follow the current
By Amelia Staats

A lost boy cries for help

nobody can hear his frail screams

Rushing down the strong, harsh river

Chilly, sopping, drained of hope.


Dull, gray rocks come into view

The boy panics but decides he must try

Bravely he attempts to climb the glossy rock

After one stride he cascades back into the strong current


the sun begins to go down and the bruised, weak boy

wants to give up, just fall asleep under the water

but one thought of his family’s loving voices

gives him courage to push on


With a stretch of his wavering arm

the boy grabs a branch hanging above

With all the strength he has left he

Pulls himself to safety


With a sigh of relief, and a glance at the swift river

the boy heads to his warm, safe home

as the sun starts to rise in the distance.

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