Friday, April 4, 2008

Poem

Happy is blue,
It looks like a hundred smiles in a schoolyard,
It sounds like the funniest joke you’ve ever heard,
It smells like a freshly cooked blueberry muffin,
It feels like the hug you got every morning before school.

By; James

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I liked this one. It brought back some fond memories from when I was little. Thanks this is good stuff. From Regan

Matthew said...

My wife and I used to bake blueberry muffins for breakfast once a week. That simile brings up wonderful memories.

Matthew

Anonymous said...

Spenders,
I really like this poem it makes me feel.... happy inside
Courtney