Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Tanka poems by Kayla

in the front yard

the bikes rest

against the pine tree

all winter the doll

in the pine hay



corner of the yard

the rusted tricycle

overgrown with weeds

only squirrels

play there now



the cabin empty

everything quiet

everything still

the lonely swan drifts on the lake

until the children return



now cold

on the dresser table

my mother's ring

worn thin

from years of giving

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