I'm back again...

Ok so this whole self-discipline thing is something I really need to work on. I guess it is a weakness I have. Well anyways here is the revised version of the poem I posted like almost a month ago. Better late than never...right? 

The Bird's Song (Revised)

A little bird perches on a tree limb.

It's brilliant colors arrayed all over it's feathers.

Green and yellow and al the shades in between.

So simple, so serene, it begins to 

sing.

The bird's little melody fills the air. 

It carries over the rushing river,

Through the gentle breeze that brushes past my face.

It sings.

The song's melody is so sweet. 

I wish I knew the words, but I know that 

I can still hum along.

We sing.

Oh, how I love to hear the bird's song.

It makes this beautiful day even better. 

So I sit and listen to the bird

Sing.

Kayla Goodwin

April 27, 2009

The Music Plays

The music plays, do  you hear it, can you hear it?

The hammers in the piano hit the strings.

The musicians fingers hit the keys. Do you see them?

The music plays, do you hear it, can you hear it?

How does he do it? You hear the music.

He plays softly, he plays quickly, he plays well.

The musicians fingers hit the keys. Do you see them?

The music plays, do you hear it, can you hear it?

The singers sing their song in unison with the piano.

The music and song joined to create beauty.

I can't sit still, I want to get up and dance.

The music plays, do you hear it, can you hear it?

The singers, the pianist, the music!

The music is getting better with each key hit.

Each key hit by each instrument of music.

The music plays, do you hear it, can you hear it?

Well until next time. Maybe it will be soon. Cross your fingers. 

So that failed horribly.

So that was a failure. I can't believe that I messed up so fast. Well anyway I will try to do better. I promise. All I can do is try... right? 

Well I haven't revised the last poem yet so I just thought I would post one of my favorite poems. This poem has been published. I love it. 

The Perfect Evening

The waves crash on the shore and in the horizon you can see the most beautiful sight of  all.

The seagulls fly and the dolphins jump to see the colors come together. Everything blends so well.

The sunset shines bright over all the beach.  No factor is left out; no factor is small.

The colors so bright and nature is so happy this evening  no words really can tell.

The ocean calls out as its rhythm breaks on the shore, "come,come,come to the sunset."

The whole beach is so calm. All the seagulls and fish  are saying  relax and the dolphin  rejoices.

The best is yet to come this is only the beginning for as the sunset shines brighter you begin to rest.

The sunset shines over all the beach  and down inside you hear a voice.

The voice calls you to run across the beach into the mighty waves and you just start to sing.

The song you have kept inside for all of your life you sing over all the waves, now you feel free and fly.

The song reaches all that you love far, near,everywhere  now you feel the summer air brushes against your face

The summer breeze reminds you of why you are here on the earth and you reach out you wings and fly.

You fly up in the sky and listen as the voice of the sea says  "come, come, come, to the sunset."

You go and see that the sunset is all the things that you have always wanted, the beauty and the grace.

 The sunset is you deep down inside and  you  don't worry about life just fly and your heart rests.

You fly over all the oceans to the ones you love and you see the sunset in their  faces.

You let out the song that you have been holding  in for your whole life waiting for the perfect evening.

Then you fly back and fly over  the sand; let the song fly over all the shore.

The seagulls fly above and you realize the beauty of all things and reach you hand out for this is the perfect evening.

You sing and sing until your heart can let out no more song and you rest on the shore.

For what else would you do on the perfect evening in the perfect place.

well I will try to post later. Hopefully tomorrow. 

Waiting is worth the while...

Again I am sorry it has been so long. The semester is nearing the end and so things have become a bit hectic. So here are the poems. I am hoping to post everyday this week until Monday. Maybe I can still keep this up even after then, but I'm not holding my breathe. 

Teachers

Teachers are special people.

They take students under their wings,

And teach them how to fly.

I have had several teachers over the years,

And all have touched my life in various ways.

Some have taught me the standard things,

While others have taught me more important things.

These are the teachers I remember the most.

They have taught me life skills.

They have done more than most teachers.

I will always keep these people close to me.

I hope to be a teacher like that.

I want to teach my students more than their ABCs.

I want to be a role model for them.

April 1, 2009

Kayla Goodwin

The Bird's Story

The bird sings its little song.

The breeze blows its little burst of wind

The mighty river runs with a strong current.

But still the bird sings its song.

The little bird sings his song.

He stops to take a breathe.

Then he sings it with gladness.

I can't speak his tongue but I know what he says.

He tells of a story that no one has told. 

I don't know the story but the bird stills sings.

I guess as long as the bird sings the story will be told. 

Until Next time....