What flowers which such dazling gaze,
What leaves and bright bring me to such a maze,
This funny tree that makes me jump around,
This grass that makes me want to lick the ground.

How is it that the wind swishes by,
How is it that the rain smells like pie,
When the river down the mountain flows,
OH! When during the night the moon glows.

And when the sun did such rays shine,
And when I felt the whole world was mine!!!!
Why is it that mushrooms so colourful looked?
Why is it that that mine chicken weren't cooked?

Such random words I like to say,
Such fun i find it to continue and play,
My brain thus thought that I was crazy,
My sofa simply thought that I was lazy.

Within this poem that i hope you like,
Within the mountain that I will one day hike,
Will you find such nonsense words,
Will I sing them to mine birds. 
 

Discusting I say,
when I see that playground,
when I smell it even,
from far away.

Some of it is green,
some of it is brown,
but they don't really know,
it is discusting smashed up painted car wheel tire.

All my friends go there,
and that makes me sad,
my mum doesn't let me go there,
and that also makes me mad.

But I don't care anyways cause it's,
discusting, smelly, green and brown,
smashed up, painted, car wheel tire.

By Judit Duran calzada

wierdthingy, wierdthingy,
wierdthingy, I don't care,
they don't even obey the wierd poem I've written,
about the discusting mitten.

They just think about their poem,
"oh how good it is" they say,
because they don't want to here my poem,
and that is not fair.

the poem is what you are doing right now,
I say,
And this thime they don't listen,
because they are practicing a play!
AND THEY WANT ME TO GO AWAY!!!!!!


By Judit Duran Calzada

 
Friends are people,
that help you in in the world,
but in the case of children,
people that play with you.

Friends are mostly,
people that you trust,
people that you care,
people that won't call you mean names,
people that will stay friends with you,
FOREVER!!!

They wil sing with you,
they will laugh with you,
but mostly support you.

And they will never laugh at you.

So I personally tell you , 
finding a true best friend,
IS HARD!

By Judit Duran Calzada