Anna Vera’s Poems

My wheels don’t seem to touch the road As I fly through the wind. When I look down, The road flashes by. When I look up, The world is slow motion again, And I swerve a corner, Almost floating. – Written by Anna V. Williams at age 10 Barnstable, Massechusetts

I have a friend Who is always with me, Whom I am always with, Whom I am often alone with, Who is often alone with me. But sometimes we need others To hike through the jungle of life. She is me. Written by Anna Williams at age 10 Barnstable, Massechusetts

Why do people stare? Is it because they’re nosy, Or is it because they’re not anywhere? Are they really staring, Or is something wrong with their eyes? Maybe they’re just staring Because they’re in surprise. Do they know it’s rude to stare? Do they think they saw a bear? Or do they see a tiger [...]

The sky is blue and white. But that won’t make me cheered up, because sometimes it rains from the rain clouds. La la la la la la. The sky is blue and white. I want to know if it’s a snowing day. Whoever looks in a house without any windows – It’s going to be [...]