A Cross Stick Poem – Acrostic and Personification Poem for Kids

A Cross Stick Poem

A lovely little twig is what I used to be!

Could and should have been a branch!!!

Regrettably though

On one blooming day in March

Silly singing starlings

Swayed and weighed on me

Sat and snapped me from my tree

Thrusting my dreams, buds and all

Into an earthly-bound, free-falling plunge

Cross, I cursed the kinking worms

Kindly welcoming me to their ground of gunge

Please just leave me alone, I barked

Only then to be seized between his jaws:

Earl, a four-legged fur ball

Macerating my life to sodden splinters

Mark Bird

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