Told you I could do it

So I am now posting for the 2nd day in a row. I told myself I could do it. Today has been a fairly good day. I have a prospective job opportunity to babysit part time for the Johnson Family. Hopefully that will work out and maybe I can find some other baby sitting jobs as well. 

Well anyway here is the revised poem. 

When the Music Plays

When the music plays, 

The world just seems to fade.

When the music plays, 

Everything has flown away.

When the music plays, 

All my problems are striped away.

When the music plays, 

It seems like a brand new day.

When the music plays, 

Nothing feels quite the same.

When the music plays, 

Everything is like a dream. 

When the music plays, 

I just seem to float away.

When the music plays, 

The wind is like a shimmering cloak.

When the music plays, 

Time seems to stand still.

When the music plays, 

I know everything will be well.

When the music plays,

All my problems aren’t there.

When the music plays, 

I don’t have a single care.

Kayla Goodwin

May 26, 2009

As for this next poem it is a historical poem. I think it is still a little childish. It might be a challenge to fix. I think I will keep parts of it, but others are going to be trashed. It will be interesting to see where this one goes. Just another cool thing about the revision process. This poem doesn't have a date on it I guess I slipped up on that on this particular poem. Oh well. 

Trail of Tears and Fears

They call it the trail of tears,
But I call it the trail of fears.
The pain, the sorrow; oh the horror.
How could we do such horrid?

The ground was damp from all the tears.
The air was filled with all the fears.
The people tripped over the dead
As they walked with such dread.

Oh, the trail of tears.
Oh, the trail of fears.
The pain and sorrow
That caused such horror.

They walked along past the mighty Mississippi,
Through all the tears, fears, and all the sick.
They walked day to night and night to day.
Through rain, sleet, snow, and all sorts of weather.

Oh, the trail of tears.
Oh, the trail of fears.
The pain and sorrow
That caused such a horror.

Oh, the trail of tears and fears!

Kayla Goodwin

Until next time...keep writing.