I’m from lightsaber.
From death star and storm trooper and blaster.
We go from movie one to five
and five to one all night.
I’m from music.
From drums from piano and sounds.
Ear buds and headphones.
Or ill just play it out loud
I’m from snowflakes.
And presents and staying up on Christmas eve.
And when white comes from the sky there are big forts and fights.
But don’t worry there only white balls of delight.
The orange and black.
The bounce bounce bounce.
The shooting the scoring.
The red and white net.
Sometimes nice but sometimes rude.
He’s annoying but funny.
And when he’s in a pickle all help him out.
When I’m in a pickle hell walk away.
November 5, 2021 at 4:47 pm
This is great Liam! I really enjoyed reading your poem.
November 19, 2021 at 5:45 pm
Thank you Elizabeth! I enjoyed yours too.