I was cleaning out old binders and found these poems. Enjoy my 8-year-old work!

Night

I feel wind blowing on my face

I see the night above

I hear the last sound of day

I smell the scent of pine

Aurora

Silver stars in the sky

Aurora Borialis

Dark night of the year

Magic

Deep in the forest

A forest of secrets

In a wood house

Made of trees

Their was a girl

A magic girl.

Moon

The moon glitters above

Shining down on us

Oh full moon

In the light of the full moon

Hope

Hope is the last thing left

Through war, death and fear

Hope survives through all

Hope is the last thing left