Emilee's Podcast

Memory
Will this memory stay?
For this special day?
Or will it float away?
Will this memory stay?
Will it stay on top?
Or will it drop?
How will I be sure?
This memory will stay.
Will it stay till Monday?
Or will it stay till Sunday?
I won’t to know!
Will this memory stay?




Ocean
Big and blue
Strong and wavy
All I have to do
is sit here and let things
live in me.
My body covers half the earth.
Yet I wish I could fly.
Way up high in that bright blue sky.
No more me looking up
for I would look down.
But I can’t fly,
so I might just cry.



My dog Jack
Black as a dark night.
He disappears out of sight.
His eyes glow red as fire,
but even more in daylight.

Running around
acting like a clown,
ears flopping up and down.
Chasing birds like he is gathering herds
That’s my dog Jackson