Thursday, April 10, 2008

Three Poems by Quinn

Stars

When the moon comes up
Stars fill the night
Hovering over the mountains and
streams and river
Filling up the night



Sunset

When sunset is happening
Night is near
The last light of day is here.



Night

Day and night is like a breath
In day the breath is let out
At night the breath is held in.
The best part about night
Is that it will be day soon.



About the Poet:
Quinn
age 8
Philadelphia, Pa
April 2008

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