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Abby’s Poetry

Poet's Poem

I believe I am a poet And deep down I've always known it Every word that I write Sounds like music With my pencil As a paint brush And a note book As an easel I will paint a poem I will weave Each delicate strand Of language into The art of words I will write And write Like my Life Depends on it.

Dedicated to Edgar Allen Poe and Shel Silversteine By Abby Rictor

A Writer’s Poem

I cannot put my pen down There are too many thoughts in my head That is why, Mom and Dad I cannot go to bed

I refuse to lie down and sleep I’ll miss my train of thought I must write everything down And frankly that’s a lot

You may think I’m bonkers And perhaps I am You’ve never felt how I do When a pencil’s in my hand

I don’t care if I’m tired I simply need to write If I don’t finish this today It will ruin my whole night!

Dedicated to J.K.Rowling By Abby Rictor

A Reader’s Poem

Some books should be tasted And others thoroughly chewed But I always devour them Like my favorite food

I love to read It’s very true If my books were taken I don’t know what I’d do

Maybe I should slow down But I don’t know how I’d do it It’s simply instinct when I open a book To go and plow right through it

My time is limited So whatever life is worth I’ve made it my lifetime goal To read every book on earth

Dedicated to Harry Potter By Abby Rictor

A Cold and Stormy Night

It was a cold and stormy night As I pulled out my pen. My parchment sat there on the desk What was to be written?

A question always pondered By one who loves to write And now I had to wonder For my paper’s blank and white

Silence rang throughout the room As I sat there and thought After what seemed an eternity Ideas began to wrought

The only sound was scratching And my pen was flying I must finish soon For now the light is dying

And my work began “It was a cold and stormy night” In truth it was I shivered as I continued to write.

By Abby Rictor

I Cannot Hear

The noise is deafening I cannot hear a thing From now on I think My ears will always ring

I think it’s getting louder now This really will not do It makes me want to ask you how I’ll ever make it through

It’s odd you know I think it’s really weird No matter what Mom asks me I never seem to hear.

Dedicated to my Mom By Abby Rictor

I’m a Good Ignorer

You can tell me what to do I’ll nod and say I'll do it You might not even know That I’m ignoring you all through it

Tell me all your worries I’ll pretend to care If I really heard you I listened on a dare

You can let me in on secrets I won’t ever tell If you want me to pay attention Confide in someone else

Yes, I’m a good ignorer I don’t mean to be rude But sometimes I will listen When the topic’s food

By Abby Rictor

Summer Time Down by the creek I'll sit down on the rocks I'll kick off my shoes And pull off my socks It's time to relax Lay down on the grass It's time to stop working And cramming for class Suumer has come No more waiting at last It's hard to believe How much time has passed School was so boring I hated it much the only subject I liked was lunch What? Where did summer go? How long did this poem take Now I have to wait till next year At least I still have winter break. By Abby Rictor Popcorn

Pop, pop, popMy favorite soundAs I watchThe spinning tray go round Popcorn's deliciousAnd fun to eatPossiblyMy favorite treat Choose popcornIf you have a choiceEat it andWe'll all rejoice It's snacktime's best friendButter it upPop it andEat it in a bowl or a cup Oh no!This is really badThere's no moreI'll have to make another bag Dedicated to Mara and Adam CabreraBy Abby Rictor