Poems About the Environment
For Shame is the call of my bud,
Taking away from my soul,
Inhalling handing the wheel over to a phantom
School.
What a frustrating
and confusing time,
especially high school.
She, named Winter, is cold indeed,
Her sister, Summer, full of glee,
Spring’s wakening wrought rivalry,
The bell rang and it’s time to start the day
All I say is how long until the end of May