Hi guys!
I wanted to show you a poem that I wrote in year/grade 6. It doesn’t have a title but I’m hoping you guys can make one!
It’s time to meet all the flowers
That are in the big big garden with the clocktower.
The garden that is owned by the great, brave colonel,
Who in 1945, was hit by a piece of Shrapnel.
He Survived, but barely,
That's because people rarely,
Are as lucky and rich as him,
To get a doctor who isn't as pessimistic and dim.
There was a big operation,
In the hospital next to the village station.
It was painstaking and long,
But the colonel and the doctors stayed strong.
There was 1 final push,
And then it all happened in a rush,
The colonel was alive and free
And everyone was happy!
But the colonel had to stay put at home,
No going out, they said
he had damaged his bone,
So the colonel decided to take up gardening,
That was way less threatening.
He developed a strong love for thehobby,
And one day he found waiting for him in the lobby
a pack of assorted flower Seeds,
To cover the big big garden, which was covered in weeds.
The colonel began work immediately, very much excited,
And a few weeks later, he was enlightened
By his wife that his flowers had rapidly grew,
And he looked out and his garden looked very much improved!
So this is the description and the story,
Of the colonels garden in its full glory.
So now lets take a deep deep breath,
And read on in full length!
To start, we'll meet the lovely daisies,
Who Always sing their praises.
While the bluebells look aghast,
When the gardener mows the grass.
The tulips droop sadly on their stems,
Like a thread hanging off a hem.
The poppies stand tall and civil,
As if they'd been sculpted from hand and chisel.
The ivy crawls up the old clocktower, It really is a fanciful flower!
But nothing can Surpass the great old daffodil,
Who, in the Sunshine, laughs and sings and trills.
the roses are sensible, having thorns
But their hearts and minds are full of scorn
But the marigolds are Stubborn and haughty,
They always boast, and that's very naughty!
The dahlias and primroses are very kind,
Because they understand if Some of the poem doesn't rhyme!
The magnolias merely moan in the shade,
Ignoring the rest of the flowery crusade.
The hibiscuses and Snowdrops are scattered over the meadow in many numbers,
Trapped all day in an endless slumber.
The jasmine overlook the vibrant scene,
From the Safety of their orchard tree.
The lilies just always feel calm and Serene,
Being the proactive ones of the team.
However, their cousin, the fellow waterlily,
Perched on their lily - pad, seem to act rather silly
The orchids are very lonely and meek,
Thats because they live at the bottom of the creek.
On the contrary, the towering sunflowers constantly have a big ol' grin,
Oh! Just describing their face! How do I begin?
This flower is very Sad for a very Special reason,
Because they feel like they've committed treason.
As people say, "why in tarnation,
Is there such a flower like the carnations?!"
So the benevolent aster, who see this sad scene unfold everyday,
Have Sympathy so they will always say
Anything they can to make them feel better,
But no matter what, the carnations always look under the weather.
Hush now, we must make haste, as we approach the busy bougainvillea plants,
They're So busy, they won't (even if you directly pass them) give you a glance.
Unlike the forget-me-nots, who really live up to their name, Especially, as they're Sporty, so they'll challenge you to a game!
Tick! Tock! Goes the dandelion clock!
They're quite particular about being late. Well, that's kind of their job!
But the peonies never listen, they only do what they want
mostly they just sit and eat croissants!
The hyacinths are really phobic,
They're So Scared, they're even phobophobic!
But the lavenders will constantly take Serious risks,
Like making Baxter the cat steal the Colonel's hard disk!
The foxgloves indulge in Serious charisma,
But strangely enough, their backstory is hidden in enigma
Pansies, just the name makes you want to giggle, Very much like them, too, they do give a good wiggle
The fuchsia, And petunia,
Are very good friends,
Their friendship is So strong, it is guaranteed it will never end.
Now, you must be wondering, what about the honeysuckle over there?
And the chrysanthemum on the windowsill that was a gift from the mayor?
Not to mention the gardenias, cockscombs, geraniums, and their flowery friends,
You don't want this story to end.
Now the sad thing is that it unfortunately must,
But look, I'm really not betraying your trust, I gave you a story, and a good one too,
But fear not, all the other flowery plants will be tickety - boo!
So together lets say one final goodbye,
To the most beautiful things Seen by the naked eye,
3.2. 1'
We, through tears, say goodbye to them,
But the flowers give a sly grin, knowing we will Soon meet again.
I think this isn’t one of my best poems but I’m mainly looking for feedback from you guys. please take into consideration that I wrote this when I was younger.
Cya!
