concentration, 64

Concentration, 64
No repeats or hesitations,
I go first, second, third...
category is... animals
lions, cats, cheetahs...

spoon

Use it for music or use it to eat,
the little spoon is so petite.
I load it up with oatmeal and rasins
but ioana says "use it to get crazen."
Its much better than fork or knife
and yes, even better than a fiefe.

animals

tigers are animals,
and monkeys are animals,
i have my own animal zoo,
they're furry, soft with pretty colors,
and sometimes they fool with each other,
and you.

letters

the pen lets us write,
when we think about writing
we think about letters,
our favorite letters are I and T,
because it stands for me!!

short weeks

Shrot week for school,
but we still have all the rules
teachers say do all the work
it makes me want to go eerk.

tooth

i lost my tooth last night
and it hurt so bad I put it out
I said I wanted to shout,
but daddy said turn out the light.
Under my pillow this morning I found a silver coin
now all i want to eat is squishy stuff,
instead of pork loin.

simplicity

The best of life is that,
when lived quietly,
In thoughtful and reverent contemplation
Of the gifts and mysteries that we partake
Let us always cherish the vision
Of the morning sunrise
And the morning breaking of bread.

snow

snow is white
snow is clear
it is so good
you have to eat it hear.

She

she was a warrior
brave, strong and true,
she was no foo,
because she was good
through and through.

nothing

nothing is an empty space
in fact it's most of what we are,
within the atoms, cells and all else we see
those little bits are spread so far!

the cheetah

the cheetah is fast,
but how long can it last?
Fast it goes,
for great lengths on land,
67 kilometers per hour it goes,
but for how long we dont know.

kilbasa

kilbasa is a type of food
we get it at the store
we bring it home and cook it up
it affects our mood
and we smile

Teacup the baby chick

i once had a chick i named teacup,
she like me, as i set her on a string
her balance was not that good
but she went back and forth
as a rocky tea cup would.
Oh, i love to remember that teacup!

the pale and nail

the pail and nail went to jail
but we did not know where to find them

us

Fall of 98 -- our date with fate,
Bucherest -- “Little Paris of the East”
then, was honestly home to those who had least,
After documents were signed and safely stored,
up, into the Alps of Transylvania, now all aboard,
leaving the city crowds behind,
amid the sheep herders and farms, we did wind,
where too, coal and minerals were mined,
it was there, soot and poverty were readily sewn,
where orphans abounded, and made their home,
One, from a land of gypsy’s she does come,
Wild, with love for dance and song to hum,
She’s now my angel, and I love her so,
together our fate, now does go.