Southern Spring Day

Today has been the definition of a Southern Spring day. I have sat out on the front porch, watched the dogs run all over the place, and just relaxed. This is the very place that I revised the poem for the day. So here it is. 

Natures Song (Revised)

The overture begins,

As the sun emerges from its safe haven.

It knows it can no longer hide,

For its safe haven is beginning to fade away.

The clouds can no longer contain it.

Like musicians raising their instruments,

So the flowers stretch out their blooms.

The song begins to crescendo,

Oh, the sound, the blessed sound.

Nature rejoices that the gloom is gone.

No more cold, bitter rain. 

No snow covering the once green grass.

It is now a time for song.

I sit here listening to the beautiful song.

I know that all too soon the song will end.

Just as all good songs must.

Yet, I know that nature's song will begin again.

Even after I am gone. 

Kayla Goodwin

March 21, 2009

Now time for the poem that I will revise next.

A Teacher

A teacher can teach things like ABC's and 123's.

A teacher can help us understand the world around us.

A teacher can help us learn using fun in the classroom.

A teacher can teach us how to read and write.

Some teachers teach things that bookds don't tell of.

Some teachers teach in a little different way.

Some teachers are really good at teaching things you need in life.

Some teachers don't even know until you tell them.

I know a teacher who taught me something I shall never forget.

I know now to trust in myself.

I know this now because of a teacher whose name is...

Mrs. Jackson.

Kayla Goodwin

Back to posting...

I am aware that it has been a long time since I posted and for that I am sorry. I have been so busy. So I have caught my breathe and am ready to jump into the pool, figuratively speaking.

Nature Calls (Revised)

I sit inside,

Feeling so confined.

These walls are my cage;

I'm trapped!

Outside I can hear them.

The trees,

The flowers.

Calling for me to join them.

I sit here wishing,

Wanting what I can't have.

Fresh air,

Oh, I'm trapped.

I see them.

Playing.

The animals want me

To join in.

I'm caged in;

My burdens have imprisoned me.

Oh, if I could just 

Escape!

They run towards my cage.

A bird carries a key in his beak.

The door flys open...

I'm FREE!

Kayla Goodwin

March 18, 2009

Now for the old poem that I will edit next. 

This one also is dated. How random was I back then that I only dated a few here and there? Oh well live and learn I guess.

Nature's Song (Original)

The sun has come out from behind the clouds.

The flowers have lifted their heads to breath the air.

The trees wave their limbs in the fresh breeze.

The nature is joined in their own song.

The rain has passed.

The sun is shining.

The gloom has passed.

The sun is shining.

Nature rejoices to find out that the gloomy days are over.

Nature and humans join in one song.

Natures Song!

Kayla Goodiwn

5/10/03

Because both of these have to do with spring and all that here are some pictures of some Ceder Wax Wing birds eating the berries on some bushes in my back yard on Saturday. Dad and I watched them for about 5 or so minutes. They are so cool to watch. 

This one is sitting and eating.

While this one was hanging upside down for a bit in order to get at his berries.

Well... until next post. I will try to post sooner next time. 

Earthquake (Remix)

I know it has been over a week since I last posted one of my own poems, and I apologize.  This past week has been really hectic. I have also been trying to come up with a better version of Earthquake. This is what I have come up with. I think it is a lot better. I really only kept a few verses of the original versions and have created a new piece based off of that, but with a new twist. 

Earthquake (Remix)

The walls tremble all around me. 

I watch as items begin to fall off their shelves.

All around me the people are startled.

They have no idea what is happening.

Then I suddenly realize...

It isn't the walls that are shaking...

It is me!

As I sit in my seat,

My arms and legs tremble.

No matter what I do,

I can't stop the shaking.

All around me

People ask me if they can help.

No.

They can't

Just like any other earthquake,

This one has to run its course.

So I just wait for the walls to stop shaking.

Kayla Goodwin

March 9, 2009

Now here is another one of my old poems. I noticed that this one and the next have a date. I wonder why I didn't continue to date them, but oh well. 

Nature Calls

The trees are calling me.

The flowers scream for me.

The birds sing for me to come outside.

The wild animals want me to come out and play.

When nature calls I am caged up.

I am caged in my own life of burdens.

I can't get out of the world around me.

I wish that I could be free, but I'm not.

The rivers want me to run along side them.

The oceans want me to swim in them. 

I wish I could escape from my own little world

And enter Nature's own little world.

T.V.'s, Radios, these things I adore.

When nature calls how am I supposed to answer?

With a song or with my freedom?

Kayla Goodwin

5/8/03

Snow Day

Today is a snow day. It is snowing in Alabama! I love it. So in honor of the day here are some pictures and I am going to post one of my favorite poems. 

My backyard

My front yard.

My car. This is the back of my car. 

Now for my the poem.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep. 

Robert Frost