Walking

• Caitlin Odlin, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

As I walked with the breeze, I started to sneeze,
From the daises and the bees below the trees.
The sun beat down and I started to frown,
When all of a sudden I saw a clown.
He was down on his knees with birds and the bees,
Picking the daisies from under the trees.
I watched him there for a while,
And could not help but to smile.
His hair was green, his nose was red,
He looked as if he just got out of bed.
The birds they sang, the bees buzzed,
The clown just sat there and cussed.
With the daisies he picked, he made a chain,
When all of a sudden it started to rain.
I was saddened to watch him soaring off,
With the birds flying a loft.
Over his head, but deep down,
I know it was time for bed.
Good night.