THE LITTLE POET

I like to sit underneath a tree

And count the birdies – one, two,

      three;

I like to stay in a quiet nook

And look at pictures in a book;

I like to watch the setting sun

While other children shout and run;

I love to watch the moon at  night

And try to paint it as I write;

And so sometimes when we talk at school

My playmates say I’m another fool.

Copy write by; S.R. ENRIQUES