My Paint Chip Poem

Golden Field is the colour of the doorbell,
I remember me and my friend,
Playing a Ding Dong Ditch,
And how it felt, so happy to hide.
I can still hear the confused faces,
Of the house keepers.

I miss the time, when me and my friend
were laughing once they closed the door.
Yet, my friend left to Japan,
Golden Field is the colour of the doorbell.

Selfie Poem

I am Nathan,

People call me Little Nick,

My arms are long for my size,

I dive and swim.

I am quick,

In the ocean and on the ground,

People call me surprising,

I prove them wrong at times and they underestimate me.

I hear people talking about me when I prove them wrong,

“You can’t put a limit on anything. The more you dream, the farther you get.”

                                                                                                               (-Michael Phelps)