What am I…
Filed Under (Poems) by ivy on November-14-2007

What am I…

I can be white as snow, or hot as the sun.

When you pick me up I slip through your fingers, and tickle your little toes.

I can be as big as a castle or small as a speck of dust.

I am sand.
Daddy on November 15th, 2007 at 7:51 am #

Very nice poem, Ivy.

Iveta on November 15th, 2007 at 8:03 am #

Ivy, I like it. Iveta

Nana on November 21st, 2007 at 9:43 pm #

Ivy,
What a beautiful poem! I loved the words you used. It painted a nice, sandy picture in my mind. This poem is kind of like a riddle, with the answer waiting for the reader at the end. Clever! I really enjoyed this one!
Love you,
Your Nana