If I were a unicorn I would gallop and play, While trotting through the sun all day. With my rainbow mane to a shine like a star, To sit back and watch the sea from afar. What an amazing life it would be.
The unicorn ran with a bolt, Whooshing without a single holt. Shining so bright, In the beautiful night. I awoke from my blissful dream with a jolt.
Unicorns lead trails of rainbows, Shining with their sparkling bows. They run with a jump and a spring, Chasing chickens flapping their wings. For who knows how long this will go.
Can you hear the calling? Urging you to pursue your dreams? Can’t you tell that it is tempting? To believe that everything is not what it seems? Why won’t you go to the voices? And hear what they have to say? They could change your life, In an unexpected way. It could lead you far away, To a land never known. Here you can make the future, And the journey…
There once was a girl, who was naïve, Who never thought that she could weave, She tried and tried, And often cried, But found out she had to believe.
Chicken Is Unicorn With a horn. And Fur. If it is hirsute. Bow Wow.
A Unicorn Is like A Chicken Only Better And slightly more tasty. Num Num.
Teens competing in the library’s Iron Poet Contest were given the task of writing a poem using one (or more) of the following “secret” ingredients: Limerick Onomatopoeia Metaphor Chickens Unicorns Click below to read some of the entries we received…
Teens celebrated National Poetry Month (April) with magnetic wordplay. Here are some poems we created and found on our Magnetic Poetry display @the library.
Fear by Sumbul S. My name is Fear. I am hidden like the moon on a frigid, eerie night. The deepest darkest secret inside. I bring torture upon those who turn from me. I am comprised of many unique faces and personalities. Some ugly, black and red; others bright, sunny yellows and grassy greens. I approach when least anticipated; plodding, voiceless, ever-so-carefully like a predator and its prey. Always chasing…