Poems+Poems

media type="file" key="My first teddy bear.wav" width="300" height="50" 1 My first teddy bear 2 Black and fluffy 3 A treasure found under my Christmas tree 4 In first grade
 * My first teddy bear by Mary Fried**

2 Black and fluffy 5 Was its fur 4 In first grade 6. When I got it as a present

5 Soft was its fur 7 Eyes like beady, black marbles 6 When I got it as a present 8 I was overjoyed

7 Eyes like beady, black marbles 3 A treasure found on Christmas day 8 I was overjoyed 1 With my first teddy bear media type="file" key="clockwork.wav" width="300" height="50" Clockwork By Mary Fried Victoria Casey Taylor, Vicky for short, Lived in a small Cottage in West Virginia. The last Wednesday in January, Her supportive husband went to The Battlefield. Prior to his leave, Vicky ate what she baked, sweets. She baked for nurses instead And focused on her husband’s busy happenings. Time was time And Vicky couldn’t eat what she baked anymore. She kept a careful watch For her husband’s return home For in his visit It was the best she ever felt In the longest time. media type="file" key="Winter blizzard 3.wav" width="300" height="50" Winter Blizzard by Mary Fried White, chilly and numbing Soft, low When the weather is below zero I see it plummeting from the sky My brother used it to build a little, round man With eyes like black quarters And an orange nose, big like the Great Durante’s My sister carved her body into it And made footprints It’s everywhere On sidewalks, lamp posts Dogs and asphalt I am surrounded by a white, freezing mist That delays my senses The icy particles Paint me from head to toe With wintry magic Pulling me into it’s Cold nothingness