I sit beside the Lonely lake
And look up at the clouds.
My homework, Of course I did forsake.
My poor mother won't be proud,
But here it is so beautiful -
Better 'n looking from the windowsill!

The fish swim happily in the shallows
Their backs, like silver shine.
The clouds are fluffy pillows,
The sky as red as wine.
I suppose I'd best be leaving-
I hope my mother won't be seething!

September 2015 (15 years old)

©Anneshiningstar2015

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I wrote this poem at 12 o'clock at night under the bed covers (inspiration always does seem to strike in the most inconvenient moments!)
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