November 13, 2009
Ba-Bum, Ba-Bum
The autumn air is brisk
The scent of fallen leafs is crisp
Ba-Bum, Ba-Bum
I lay gazing up towards the windy
blue sky
With a boy that I love to call mine
Ba-Bum, Ba-Bum
The clouds dance a swirling dance
Watching them puts me in a trance
Ba-Bum, Ba-Bum
My head lays on his chest, my ear close to his heart
Now I know picking him to be the one was smart
Ba-Bum, Ba-Bum

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jerrykrinock said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 9:09 am
That's a very grown-up poem, Leanna. Really interesting the way the meaning of "Ba Bum" finally becomes clear near the end.
Conrad K said...
Dec. 6, 2009 at 6:12 pm
beautious and hard-warming
Diane C said...
Dec. 4, 2009 at 4:27 pm
I love the use of repetition in this poem. Great work! Five Stars!!
Krispy Righteous replied...
Dec. 4, 2009 at 8:17 pm
Composed by a young girl in love
Good choice of words
Diane C said...
Dec. 4, 2009 at 4:26 pm
I love this poem!
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