To Jesus

Laura in suitcaseA drop of colour may change things,

My imagination may give me wings,

But with you Jesus I will fly away ,

In your hands I lay

Because you are strong and good,

Cry I could,

But you will cheer me up ,

I will drink in your cup,

Feed in your bowl

Because I have one goal,

To serve you only.

Laura Bourn (10)

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Another poem from Laura

Flying in the sky

Out the window people wave
And up we go like a bird in the air
Singing happily as we fly
Mountains and rivers everywhere

Higher and higher we go in the sky
Down below is Grandpa’s house
So we wave as we go by
But he looks as small as a mouse

Everything’s strange from up here
But more familiar as we get near

Laura Bourn (10) :-)

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LAURA’S POEMS (nearly 10)


Bed time ditty:

It’s ten to eight,
It’s terribly late!
It’s time to go to sleep!
Now up you go,
A
nd don’t say no,
Just count the sheep!

Accident on my toy truck:

Vroom! Vroom!
Goes my tractor down the alleys of the court yard,
“There is no room! There is no room!”
Shouts mother from next door’s yard,
Bump, bump, goes my tractor in the stones,
So I tumble over and moan,
Stomp, stomp, mother’s footsteps come near with a gasp,

“I told you there was no room! You went to fast!”

Laura: I love writing poems for children a bit younger than me. Especially because I have time to myself with home schooling and I love imagining things.

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Random musings on mission, living in France, faith, family, and links that make me think. A window on the sandbox of my mind, and storage for unfinished thoughts. More here.

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