Haiku

Hey little singer
You flew from tree to tree fast
Humming birds are cute

This is the last time.... It's actually avaandmetogether.blogspot.com

Sorry guys.... My new blog is actually avaandme.blogspot.com..... See u there :)

Hey viewers I'm gonna be starting a new blog. If you have seen my previous posts u can see I enjoy writing about my sister, Ava Clark. It will be called her and I and u can find us at herandi.blogspot.com. Have fun finding me!!
-Abigail Kelly

Don't be scared
I won't let you fall
Take a chance
We'll have a ball

Start with a toe
Then we'll go with more
Maybe a leg
Don't run back to shore

She's half way there
You're almost done
Just your stomach
Now wasn't that fun?

Now she won't stop
Loving the beach
Wants to go back
And wants me to teach

Memories from 2013 spring break
By Abigail Kelly
Dedicated to Ava Clark

Together

We hold hands
We run along
We play the games
We sing a song

Together we go
Along the path
Then take a turn
To make new tracks

Been a few bumps
Along the way
After it all
I would just like to say

I love you
Together well go
Don't you worry
I'll never let go

By Abigail Kelly
Dedicated to Ava Clark

My Girl

How did i live without her
The first ten years of my life
She wont have to do that
Ill be there for the first of hers

2 years have gone by
She play the leading role
I care for her, even when im sleeping
Ill love her till i die

She cant even explain
And not because she cant talk
Its only the amount
To much for her to handle

By Abigail Kelly
Dedicated to Ava Clark

My Girl

Toes that fill the foot prints

Hair that flow through the air

A grin that fills her face

I take her in my care

The best part of my day

The smile that touches my heart

Can't get any better

Very sweet and tart

By Abigail Kelly

Dedicated to Ava Clark 

                                     

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Hey this is abby, this is my last post of the school season. I'm very busy with final tests and then I'm off to camp. I promise I'll post as soon as the next school season starts.

                                                                                                 -Abby

Hair

Long or short
Curly or straight
Up or down
There are so many ways
And the styles range
From afro to a bun
So there is never a right way
to do your hair

                        -Abby

Girls And Boys

Girls, Ladies, Women

Boys, Gentlemen, Men

She, Her, Female

He, His, Male

Boys and Girls are different

In their own ways

                            -Abby

Blue (at the beach)

It smells like the ocean, salty
It feels like the sand, rough
It sounds the blue birds, musical
It looks like the sky, flowing
And it tastes like the blueberries, sweet
 
                                         -Abby

This Could Only Happen To Me

As I petal and petal past the Muffin Patch
As I make my way to the store, at last
And as soon as I get there i pull out my list
2 tomatoes, lettuce, and an onion the size of my fist
Im ready to check out, I've filled up my cart
And then suddenly, I have a brain fart
It's gone, it's gone my moms credit card
I have to admit, I am now scared
For life, because if my mom finds out
She will start to scream and shout
So I start to run around franticly
                                                               Then I hear them say they found it, I'm relieved

                                                                                                            -Abby

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Some poems rhyme,
Others don't.

Yellow

It looks like the sun, bright

It tastes like pineapple, juicy

It smells like the daffodils, fresh
It sounds like the lions, loud
And It feels like the sand, rough

                                         -Abby

Horses

What is a horse i don't understand

They have two feet but where are the hand

But they are soooooo cute

And lovable too

With that long gorgeous hair

That flows through the air

Also, that perfect stride, run, or trot

And when the sun hits just the right spot

Now thats what it is, a perfect view

With the out standing tracks of the horse shoe

So that is a horse, I do understand

They have four feet, and there are no hands

                                                                                                                 -Abby