Poems from jenazalea
Life is a traveling circus,
new experiences all around.
People may look strange,
or come off a little odd.
It might seem scary
to try...
Hello Charles. I'm not going to call you grandpa becayse I've never met you, and I haven't always heard the best things about you. But...
He noticed me and picked up a brush;
he is his canvas.
He was missing a few stripes
and wanted to fill them in.
Black streaks fly across...
Love is a burning red flame.
It sounds like snow falling,
and tastes like sweet chocolate.
It smells like a million roses;
it looks like a...
What potter molded your clay?
You stand so tall and mighty.
Your roots run deep,
and your colors change as the seasons do.
You battle...