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Young Cristina Tillberry's love and talent for writing poetry was quite apparent when these beautiful poems were written in 2004 and 2005. Thank You Cristina!
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A Tale of a Beloved Pet
By Cristina M. Tillberry Once there was a frog with wings I didn’t know what to say I saw him when the stars came out In the middle of the day I named him Bob, he lived with me Till he grew up big and strong Then one day he flew away Where did I go wrong? I journeyed in search for my long lost friend I traveled near and far I walked and ran and soon came upon A grand acoustic guitar Night soon fell upon me So I made a fire I sang lots of songs and Soon became tired That night I dreamt of Bob I wondered if he was in trouble I wondered if he would come back alive Or if he was chased by a bubble The next day I woke up And had many thoughts But I traveled with a walk and Then went to a trot I was afraid for Bob I hoped my baby would came back soon I crossed over mountains And over sand dunes Bob was such a unique creature In each and every way I’ve loved him since he’s lived with me Up till this very day I walked and walked till Everything filled my mind Then I came across a leprechaun What an interesting find I asked him if he’d seen Bob I wondered if he knew He said that Bob had hopped along Right to the ocean blue How could Bob do this to me? After all my love and care Where are you Bob Oh where, oh where, oh where? Please come home Bob, my pet Please come home to me If you’d come home Bob You’d fill my life with glee So my search continued on To find my beloved pet But instead, I found A useless fishing net The sun started setting Dusk would come soon So I set up camp and Played a jolly tune I couldn’t wait to show the guitar to Bob He would fall in love at first sight Then I woke up from my sleep and It was already light I had hope that Bob would come back That he would jump to me with joy I knew I would see him today And I brought his favorite toy I was almost to the ocean What a beautiful view! And then I saw a lily pad That’s a sign, I knew I ran along the sandy beach yelling “Bob, come here, my beloved friend and pet!” Then I saw him in the water I didn’t care if I got wet! I ran to him or at least I tried and Took him in my arms For I had come such a long, long way I traveled near and far He looked so weak All wrinkled and old For he was dieing That’s what I was told I woke up that morning With Bob by my side I checked for a pulse But Bob had died I loved Bob and he loved me For this tale is such a sad story I miss Bob Together Forever
By Cristina M. Tillberry Happiness has followed you through the years Arguments have come and gone But nothing has torn you apart Together you have been Tied with love and excitement You have traveled together and lived together In each others worlds and dreams Not reading each others minds but, Still knowing what’s going on In each others life Caring for each other and Caring for us Love has followed you through the years And it will bring you… Together Forever |
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Mother's Day
By Cristina M. Tillberry Mom, You’ve taken care of me All my life Lying in the depths of Stars To me you are the mother load Am I lucky or what to have you Revolving around you like my sun Melting me into dreams Over hills and mountains To me you are the mountain, the queen Having you around is Enchanting and I Rely on you Father's Day
By Cristina M. Tillberry Dad, Exquisite when it comes to a fancy Lunch Intelligent and outgoing Getting better every day Hangs around when you’re down in the dumps Taunting me like a real Father would do Up, up, up like a cloud in the sky Loving the sky’s shapes Daring and brave And how wonderful you are on Days that are gloomy I Sit Alone
By Cristina M. Tillberry I sit alone, I sit alone Watching the sun set from the boardwalk I feel the ocean breeze, I hear the birds chirping I sit alone watching, waiting, wondering What will happen next? Springing into the air, I see a beautiful rainbow Softer then a baby’s smile I sit alone till the sun goes down Over the ocean. Trust
by Cristina M. Tillberry Would you trust me with something important? Would you trust me with your secrets? Would you trust me to catch you if you fall? Or be there to stand up for you When you are truly in need? Could I trust you to help me When I cannot get the right answer? Will you help me with my problems When I cannot solve them myself? Would you trust me with your life? Could I be able to trust you with mine? Would you trust me? I would trust you. Lonely
By Cristina Tillberry You were always there for me You always made me smile Now that you are gone, it’s lonely I sit on my bed thinking of you, the way you always laughed To think of what you would say if you were still here And now I am lonely I wish you were still here I wish you were here again And I know you can’t be, but, I can’t help to just sit and mope around It’s lonely without you You were someone I could talk to You nourished me and drove my thirst for learning It’s really lonely I miss you. The One
By Cristina M. Tillberry You’re the one I cherish the one I hold You’re the one I’ve looked up to all my life You’re the one special person who created me You’re the one creation I’ve lived with forever You’re the one who cares for me when I’m sick You’re the one that warms me when I’m cold You’re the one that fed me when I was young And now you just can’t let me down Why?
by Cristina M. Tillberry Why is the grass green or the sky blue? Why do I live the life I Do? Why does the world have jungles or deserts? Why did the dinosaurs roam? Why do animals exist? Why is television in our Life? Why do we have war? All these questions can be Answered, but the world may Never know. Rainbow
By Cristina M. Tillberry The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky are also on the faces of people goin’ by They’re in many hearts and in many souls But others are as dark as a burrow of a mole They’re all over the world And if you haven’t seen em’ Then you’ve got a blue life |
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The Eagle and Expansion
By Cristina M. Tillberry He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands; Ringed with the azure world he stands; The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls; And like a thunderbolt he falls; Zooming down on a windy day; He always seems to know the way; He is very broad so they say; He grabs his prey from the shining sea; So daring and brave as he can be; We’ll share the fish just him and me; Breakfast
By Cristina M. Tillberry Everyday in the morning, I wake up and smell something But I don’t know what It smells sweet with sugar I hear the toaster pop The sweet sound of sizzling bacon Crack! The sound of egg shells Yum!! The smell of coffee with a lot of sugar and coffee I smell sausage. It tastes good with syrup The smell of French toast draws me down to the table I see plate of great breakfast right in front of my face Arbor Day
By Cristina M. Tillberry The enormous trees are so green; There is a huge tree that I have seen; Yellow and red leaves there have been; The flowers always look so good; Pick those beauties, not you should; To the bees and the butterflies, they are food; The grass is always growing tall; It is green to mostly all; And in the winter it may fall; We should all love Arbor Day; In our own very special way; “I love Arbor Day,” that’s what I would say; Soccer
by Cristina M. Tillberry Who keeps kicking me? OUCH!!! The soccer ball sways Back and forth Bouncing over lumps of Grass and dirt Round other players I go Back and forth, Back and forth Gee I feel dizzy Then he kicks, Jumping, Quickening, Flying, And then, A pause, Everyone takes a breath, And when he blinks, I shoot it in! And the crowd goes wild!!! Snow
by Cristina Tillberry Snow, snow what a wonderful sight Snow is cold and snow is white Snow is a good playing place Sometimes snow gets on your face Snow by Cristina Tillberry Snow, snow as white as can be Snow, snow what a sight to see You can make snowmen and snow angels too Snow is for Christmas and snow is for YOU! Thunder Storms
by Cristina M. Tillberry Thunder storms always Give me a fright The sound of thunder Reminds me of bowling The lightning reminds me Of a camera flash Raindrops fall After it stops, the Smell of rain reminds Me of camping in the Forest Thunder storms can do good things Weeping Willow
By Cristina M. Tillberry Water to live Extremely beautiful About 14 inches wide Planted in eastern U.S It needs sun and air Native to China Gives a lot of shade Wind makes the leaves fly It’s branches hang down Love and care Leaves are thin Over 30 feet tall When they grow big they look pretty |
