A old man came home from his walk
He put his walking stick on the table,
He put his glasses and phone on the table
He put there a glass of juice.
He put there the splash of the rain
The loud noise of the children in the school,
The loud noises of the fast cars.
On the table he put there his thoughts and his dreams
The death of his family he put on the table,
He put there his lunch and his dinner on the table.
Now thats what I call a table
It got stronger the more he put on,
Then he kept on pilling things on.
Alfred
Hello Alfred my name is jack smith from Bread Albane academy I just read your poem and it is amazing keep up the good work
Hi Alfred i just read your poem keep up the good work from Breadalbaneacdemy
keep up the good work Alfred from jack
keep up the good work Alfred from Jack
I love this poem
Like it Alfred
And the 1st line is amazing