Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The I Am Poem

I am a nice and caring person
I wonder when the world will end
I hear the lions roaring
I see the barista preparing my grande dark cherry mocha frappuccino
I want three wishes
I am a nice and caring person

I pretend I can fly high in the sky to touch the stars
I feel the warmth of the air gushing through my hair
I touch the white big clouds
I worry about how the world is becoming
I cry of the thought of loosing my family
I am a nice and caring person

I understand that I will grow old and die
I say that the Anaheim Angels are better than the Los Angeles Dodgers
I dream I could have magic powers
I try to become a better person
I hope that one day I get to visit Spain
I am a nice and caring person