Truly Purple
The teacher said Paint things Like they really are. I said I did— Leaves are red, Sky is yellow, And even though My skin looks pink, I am truly purple. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
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The teacher said Paint things Like they really are. I said I did— Leaves are red, Sky is yellow, And even though My skin looks pink, I am truly purple. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
After three days of rain white-capped mushrooms litter the grass like umbrellas abandoned when the sun came out. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
Dear Mr. Wordsworth, here I lie On my couch in a pensive hour, Listening to chill winds cry, While shivering branches scour The window glass, but thanks to you I am not limited to this view. Through your words and by my will I am transported to another day, far away, Where daffodils gather along […]
flaking gray-green paint lichen creeps across granite I clamber the hills © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
On my way to the park I felt a light breeze. My nose sniffed a tickle. I erupted a sneeze. It must have been catching, ‘Cause right after me Hundreds of birds Got sneezed by a tree. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
I like to bike. I like to feel the WIND. I like to go where I want to go and FAST. I know I won’t CRASH. It’s hard sometimes to start but once I’m moving I can’t STOP. I like to climb up hill and RACE down, too fast too far to hear my mom. […]
Meeko Meeko, what do you do all day When I’m at school and far away? What do you think while you sit in your cage, Sniffing the air and chewing the hay? Do you know where I’ve gone And what I am doing? Do you wonder what I smell? Do you wonder what I’m chewing? […]
Back and forth The wipers race To sweep The raindrops From their place. Down the window Raindrops race To reach The end before The wipers’ sweep. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
Scout Most of the day she lazes and naps, dreaming of sleeping on warm, cozy laps. But when it gets dark, she parks by my bed, and seems to be dreaming of eating my head. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
I just brushed my teeth. All I need to do is spit, but you hip check me out of the way, so you can stand in front of the sink. I stamp my foot and clench my fists. That’s when you laugh. I want to sink my teeth into your arm I want to tear […]