A Poem I Wrote

FALL

The warm summer mornings
And the cool, quiet nights,
Turn to hot chocolate hoardings
And cold weather frights.

The trees of all colors
Start shedding their leaves,
Get out all the rakes
And grab leaves by the heaves.

You wake in the morning
To frost coated grounds,
And arrow shaped bird groups
All proclaiming "Fly South!"

That time of the year
Is almost here,
The spectacular season of fall.

The Art Of Babysitting

For me, babysitting is not really a chore, it is sitting with your baby sisters watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for a few hours. It is a chance to hear one of your sisters cry about the dog eating her food when she is not looking, or holding a baby on your lap petrified at Augustus Gloop. Either way, it is kind of fun to feel responsible, that is when nothing bad happens. Over all, it is a chance to spend time with young loved ones.