This is my poetry...

1. Baylee’s
Athology

2. Poetry
DAMN BUS! OUCH!
I walked into the street one day When I was walking to school
And saw a bus coming my way I saw a tedious cat
That cat was mad
That bus, it knocked me to the ground So I gave it a pat
My skull, it made a crunching sound And it patted me back
And I cried out in pain
They rushed me to the hospital His nails were sharp
They did everything possible They needed some work
But when I saw him the next day
To save my life they tried and tried Again I was patted
But that, my friend, was the day I died But that day the pain had gained
SUN Soccer
On the field
As I look to the sky sometimes I may cry
Ready to go
Not because of sorrow or pain from within
I came to play;
But from the gleaming sun up above us all
To fight and win.
The score was tied with just a minute left.
Its rays beat us down to the ground day by day
But just then!
Cook us like Thanksgiving dinner with no
What was that?
shame
The other team rushes by in a flash
Make our cells go crazy; then can make us die
To my goal they hurry with passionate steps
What is this?
But the warmth in the air; so good on our face
Just her and our goalie
Is it a gift of love or a gift of hate
She will stop it
There is no telling which; no one can decide
She will save us
Now is the time; she can do it!
She shoots…
Ode to Nature
What is This?!
I may stroll through the park in the day
Do you, do you see? Look at me! I may stroll through the park in the dark
Then you, you shall see what I see. The beauty, it seems surreal
The beauty is so unreal
I found a great big lump.
The dew at dawn
The lump is on my rump. Will soon be gone
Oh wait, all I see is just a flea. But do not let me lead you a stray
You will soon see beauty of the day