my magic box

I will put in my magic box
The crystal stone
The song of the breeze
My bed making me sleepy

I will put in my magic box
My magic fairy from my father’s fairies
The light of the moon
The smell of fish and chips

I will put in my magic box
The warmness of the sun
The desert of Egypt
The pink flamingos

I will put in my magic box
The lovingness of families
The nature and world
The planets

2007 by Pumpkin, age 7

poem by e e cummings

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things, while
people stare caerefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.