High Dive

Stephanie Moore was only four

When she left her precious sycamore

To go to the pool next door

She went straight up the ladder

That hung over the deep end

She held onto the board

And could feel it bend

It gave her a fright

So she held on tight

At what seemed to be

An unimaginable height

It would be easy to flee

And save both her knees

But she looked at her mom

And started to believe

So dear Stephanie

Stood up with glee

And said I believe in Me

She jumped then

Into the deep end

And overcame her fear

Of the high dive

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

The Attic

This house has an attic

That’s all made of wood

And it holds all your stuff

The way that it should

There are places in here

Where you will find some static

But don’t be dramatic

About this new attic

You could put in a fish tank

And make it aquatic

But don’t do too much

And be so erratic

You could get quite the scare

Which can be really traumatic

An attic indeed is its own special place

You can do what you want

You can leave it all bare

Or make it your base

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson

Magic 8 Ball

I came across an eight ball

That was lying on the ground

It grew its magic words

Just waiting to be found

Ask me a question

And with a shake

My words will freshen

I sat in thought

With my question near

In this world

Why have fear

It’s a good question

That you have asked

But on this one

I will have to pass

I looked up above

And saw a beautiful dove

Which made me ask

Will I ever find love

With a shake

The magic 8 ball

gave off new words

saying you will find love

on October the 3^rd

An answer indeed

But now it is a year

That I need

But the Magic 8 ball

Gave me nothing

But a promise

That I would find something  

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson