My Poem!!

Block city


       What are you able to build with your blocks?

        Castles and Palaces, Temples and Docks.

       Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,

       But I can be happy building at home.



      Let the sofa be mountains,the carpet be sea,

      There I'll establish a city for me:

      A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,


   And a harbour as well where my vessels may ride.

      Great is the palace with piller and wall,

      A sort of a tower on top of it all,

       And steps coming down in a orderly way  

      To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.




      This one is sailing, and this one is moored:     
       
      Hark to the song of the sailors on board!

      And see on the steps of my palace, the kings

      Coming and going with presents and things!

      


        
     Now I have done with it, down let it go!

     All in a moment the town is laid low.

     Block upon block lying scattered and free,

     What is there left of my town by the sea?



     Yet as I saw it, I see it again,
  
     The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men,

     And as long as I live and where'er I may be, 

     I'll always remember the town by the sea.  
          





                         Robert Louis Stevenson   



   
                   

My Poem

The Wind   



      I saw you toss the kites on high 

        And blow the birds about the sky;

        And all around I heard you pass,

        Like ladies' skirts across the grass-

        O wind, a-blowing all day long, 
        O wind, that sings so loud a song!
         
    
  
        I saw the different things you did,

        But always you yourself you hid.
      
        I felt you push, I heard you call,

        I could not see yourself at all-
     
        O wind, a-blowing all day long,
        O wind, that sings so loud a song!



          
        O you that are so strong and cold,

        O blower, are you young or old?

        Are you a beast of field and tree,

        Or just a stronger child than me?

        O wind, a-blowing all day long,
        O wind, that sings so loud a song?

      

      
                   Robert Louis Stevenson