A Poem I wrote in the 9th Grade
Spring is here but golly gee whiz,
I wonder where my flower is?
I planted the seed not very long ago
But now my backyard is dry, is it going to snow?
Ah but here it comes, Up, Up, Up,
Flowing its petals in a tiny cup,
Its colors so bright so gay so free
Is this the Flower I planted for me?
How beautiful. I really like this poem.
Thank you, Jeana
Really, we find it inside yourself!…love Jane
…or It’s better:Really, We find it inside ourselves!!!
Muito obrigada Jane,
Esta isso verdadeiro.