Joy

• Aali Machin-Smith, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

"Joy, joy wonderful joy!" cried the happy boy.
You might find joy in most things,
Especially when the birds sing tweet,tweet,tweet.
You feel the urge to dance or shout
Or spin in a circle.
But Stop! Stop! Before you drop,
And turn a strange shade of purple!
The sun starts to dim and I grow sad,
But it's not so bad because
I always remember that there is always a tomorrow.
Whether it be black and cloudy:
I won't be so pouty,
I can play board games inside!
If it's sunny I can go running,
Dad can give me a piggy-back-ride.
No matter what,
I will find joy in whatever I play.
Hip Hip Hooray!