Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Waitama The Scrapbook

The Scrapbook

Inside this scrapbook
are picture’s that have never been drawn
never been seen
never been thought

They're hiding

They won’t come out in daylight
they can hear us  
we can't hear them
They will wake up
deep into the night,
they won’t come out for joy,
for people, or for peace

When the sun is up
they will stay hiding within the page
will they ever come out
will they ever be seen
are they still there,

Would I be it ,
act it, love it.
Maybe there aren’t many
it could be only one picture
and it’s all we need to show
inside this big scrapbook

every Scrapbook in the world

is like this


  1. I love your poem. OMG! you used some lovely words that rhyme. Keep up the fantastic work.

  2. Hi Waitama.

    I really enjoyed reading your poem. Keep up the awesome job.