My First Poem

July 27, 2014 by Lydia Durairaj 5 Comments

 

The Visit of the Sun

Everyday we line up outside

We gather together and sing

As we start the national anthem

The sun from his home does spring

I see him smiling down on us

Quietly listening

Just waiting to shower the day

With his warm and glorious blessing

 

This is the simple 8-line poem that I wrote for my English class. I enjoy seeing the sun come out when we stand outside for assembly in the mornings and I imagine that it is coming just to hear us sing and pay it’s respect to the national anthem. So when my mom asked me what I find most interesting, I thought of my moments in the sun each morning.