poets love to write passing on the day
writing from there mind what ever comes there way
choosing  all there words they would like to use
expressing there poetry with each words they choose

just like all the poets.  from many years ago
wordsworth  keats and burns others we dont know
poets they still write to this very day
composing there poetry each a different way

i love to watch the butterflies in the summer sun
flying all around having so much fun
showing of there  colors very bright and gay
like a painting on a canvas as they fly away

mother natures children showing there display
patterns on there wings that take your breath away
natures work of  art mother natures way
there for all to see  on a lovely summers day

dont you worry you Jess we are there for you
it such a shame what your going through
racism and abuse does no belong in sport
not in any game no matter what the sort

ruining careers with there selfish act
hoping there abuse will give them some impact
if it was  them what would they have to say
would they face abuse or just runaway

it not really fair it has to be this way
racism it goes on every single day
each and every sport causing misery
racism and abuse there should never be

TRIBUTE POEM for JESS CARTER
GOOD LUCK TO THE LIONESSES
THE WHOLE WORLD IS WITH YOU JESS

mama always told me when bullies are around
never walk away always stand your ground
never walk away stand a up and be strong
let them know that you  are there where you belong

when they see that  you have turned the other cheek
this will let them know you are strong not weak
they will walk away with a big red face
they have learned there lesson you put them in  there place

i sit in the garden watch the birds all feed
perched upon my feeders eating all the seed
there are many kinds with colors by the score
goldfinch and the blue ***  and a whole lot more

jumping in the bird bath having lots of fun
robin with his red breast gleaming in the sun
i sit there and watch them fill there appetite
showing of there colors vibrant and so bright

i love watch the hedgehog roaming through the night
all around my garden beneath moon so bright
foraging for food for things he likes to eat
a nice big juicy worm these are his perfect treat

they love  slugs and snails they eat beetles to
any kind of insects there are quite a few
i sit there and watch him beneath the stars so bright
foraging for food on a moonlight night

everyday we wake up we face a brand new dawn
listen to birds singing in the morn
all in harmony  singing all in tune
warms the heart in me as they begin to croon

sun is shining brightly sending down it ray
shining all around on such a lovely day
time to face the world a new day here once more
face the day outside and what it has in store