I have found such joy
Ma'am gave us an assignment to make our own imaginative poem.
I liked the poem very much and it was very nice.
First poem is my imagination. The second one is the real poem.
I liked the poem very much and it was very nice.
First poem is my imagination. The second one is the real poem.
I have found such joy (My poem)
This is my poem:
"I've found such joy
when I had a small brother boy
i play cricket with bat and ball
I watch movies till late night
I love to play pen fight.
A dry leaf hanging on a tree
Leaf fells when comes there a bee
my home is silent when all are sleeping.
Just then there is alarm beeping
I planted a seed in my garden
I tell its not my pardon.
I have found such joy in my life."
-Krunal Gajera
"I've found such joy
when I had a small brother boy
i play cricket with bat and ball
I watch movies till late night
I love to play pen fight.
A dry leaf hanging on a tree
Leaf fells when comes there a bee
my home is silent when all are sleeping.
Just then there is alarm beeping
I planted a seed in my garden
I tell its not my pardon.
I have found such joy in my life."
-Krunal Gajera
I have found such joy (the real one)
I have found such joy in simple things;
A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
The shelter of a roof above my head.
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through the door.
I have found such joy in things that fill
My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,
A potted plant upon my windowsill,
A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair
,And books I long have loved beside me there.
Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
Tell every woman who goes seeking far
For some elusive, feverish delight,
That very close to home the great joys are:
The elemental things--old as the race,
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.
--Grace Noll Crowell
A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
The shelter of a roof above my head.
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through the door.
I have found such joy in things that fill
My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,
A potted plant upon my windowsill,
A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair
,And books I long have loved beside me there.
Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
Tell every woman who goes seeking far
For some elusive, feverish delight,
That very close to home the great joys are:
The elemental things--old as the race,
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.
--Grace Noll Crowell