Poems from Brush_Your_Lawn
What do you want to be when you grow up?
The dreaded question gets asked over and over again
As Kindergarteners we are forced to define...
Stressful butterflies fluttering
My heart continues stuttering
Seeing your face makes my day
You came to see me out of your way.
Rushing...
Home is where the heart is at
And I think my heart’s with you
Keeping me from being blue
You keep my heart from going black.
You help me...
We need to grasp our
Childish hearts.
We grew up too soon,
Too fast.
Grasp the child inside and—
Laugh, smile, play.
Just for today or—...
A child goes out to play
And stops to think about the day
He doesn’t really see
The effects of the rain
A child comes out to play
And...