Bonnie Bird Poems
Can This Truly Be Nature?
The eerie calm right before a storm. Howling, whistling, screeching – thus the wind enters. Then peace reigns once again, whispering of spring. The snow melts and rivers bulge, therefore ending winter.
They are happy. The best thing that ever could happen in this family. He is kind. A good quality that has finally come back to life within him.
I have yet to meet one that has seen as dreary a life as I have. Whole families were hurt and obliterated for the revenge of this individual. You would truly think he had no heart, but little do you know how it ached. He once loved one that married another with more in life.
Golden Haired Dark Eyed Angel
Laughing cheerfully in the hills, Ridding a pony whose name was Minny. The Golden haired angel who's happiness fills, The heart of the people that dote on her lovingly.
The Air Of Hatred
The air so thick of hate, Not one soul of good intent. Did this family thus instate, With the harboring of one delinquent.
They are happy.
The best thing that ever could happen in this family.
He is kind.
A good quality that has finally come back to life within him.
She is gentle.
It was once lost in her, but now it is found.
He is civilized.
A long awaited element.
She is patient.