Thursday, September 11, 2008

Ms. Z

KIND-R-GARDEN

I’m walking into a new garden
Where I don’t know my way around
So many friendly faces
But all I do is frown

I see a special person
I think her face is new
Maybe she will smile at me
And I will smile soon

She winks at me with big blue eyes
And I feel a little shy
Because she looks like someone true
Maybe a smile I must try

I bend my grin a little
and upward my eyes shine
my teeth begin to peer through
and my eyes are open wide

I want to tell her hi
but my voice is not to hear
All I have is empty words
and thoughts that disappear

Finally she approaches
with gleeming shiney hair
and ask me a simple question
"What's your name..we'd love it if you'd share

and then a little voice came out
behind a timid face
and I answered her simple question
My name is "22" I said with simple grace

She turned and looked surprised
as I heard her laugh aloud
and then she giggled some funny words
22...you stand out in the crowd

the end

1 comment:

Julia T. said...

Hey,
It's Mr. Smith...and I like the way you titled the poem...Kind-r-garden is really a neat way to spell it!