What story can I tell you dear!?

The flowers in this field

They’ll say can bring a little peace.

Holding lots of memories 

Of many lives that have ceased.

A breeze can gently move you

A tale can make you weep

Stay awhile in these poppy fields

And you’ll soon find your relief.

Let me introduce myself…

I am gingham -

Some think I’m plaid.

It’s really nice to meet you

On this tablecloth

Or on the apron your mother has.

Ugh!

I’m in the mud

Ugh! 

I am a slug

Ugh! 

I’m slimy too!!!

Whatever will I do!?

It’s quite nice to see

At the end of this string

A colorful shape 

Shift with the breeze -

It goes to and fro

Or wherever I go

I dash here and over there

A nice spring day -

A kite in air.

I gather and I find

I count them up

A bunch of nuts

To make sure I wont be found in a rut

Then when winter’s chill comes through

I’ll count them two by two…

I’ll count them four by four…

I’ll count them 1,2,3…

I’ll count them… 

 “Wait there’s more!!!”

I’ve counted and did the math

Now I have the perfect stash.