I saw my sister put a shiny quarter in her shoeA Poem by Jack...A pome about sharing
I Saw my Sister put a Shiny Quarter in her Shoe By jack
I saw my sister put a shiny quarter in her shoe A nickel and a penny, what a funny thing to do She found the coins this morning lying there beneath her head Far below her pillow in her old four poster bed She said she slept the whole night through and didn’t hear a thing No squeaky hinge, window shade or her little bell that rings She counted them up quickly as she started out her day There was no school so she had planned to run around and play She didn’t see me watching as she found her hiding place She placed the change deep in her shoe, that look upon her face I asked what she was doing when she shouted in surprise A smile formed, her cheeks were red, her quickly shifting eyes I said I saw her put the money there inside her shoe I asked her why she thought that that was something she should do She said she placed them evenly, lined them out real neat She liked the way the money felt right there beneath her feet The coins they kind of tickled and it made her really smile She said I think I’ll keep them there, at least a little while Off she went, running down the stairs she did abound That is when I heard it, oh that funny little sound Sort of like a Christmas bell was ringing oh so low I followed it to see just where this sound might make me go Walking through the living room I heard it once again And then it stopped but soon enough the ringing sound did send Maybe it was Santa Claus to get an early start I can’t explain the feeling of my quickly beating heart I ran outside and looked up at the roof covered in snow But didn’t see I single thing at least that I did know Tingle, tingle there it was, out in the back yard I ran as fast as my feet could, I hit the gate real hard I saw our swings, the jungle jim, the fort where I could hide I opened it so quickly and looked around inside Nothing but an empty shell, nothing much to see Then I heard it once again as clear as it could be I looked behind the trash cans and scared the neighbors cat I only heard the ringing, but I knew not where it’s at Each time I ran the jingling was so much louder still But every time I stopped to look no ringing sound did fill Up the steps and in the door the kitchen now I stood Mom was there preparing her most favorite breakfast food I asked her if she heard the sound that chased me through the day She said she hadn’t, if she did I know that she would say I looked inside the pantry, the door it was unlocked My Mom had warned me long ago that I should always knock Nothing there except the stuff that sat along the shelf Cereal, potato chips, stuff I could reach myself But nothing that was ringing, nothing I could tell I looked and looked with no such luck to find a little bell I walked into the living room that jingle sound once more There my sister sat and played right there upon the floor Jingle, jingle as I walked she had a funny grin And then the jingle stop once more no jingling once a again My sister now was laughing, rolling on the rug Pointing at my sneakers, she gave her shoe a tug Out came all the change she had right there upon the floor It made a sound like jingle, just like I’d heard before It is then that she told me, just what she did do She put the same amount of change deep down inside my shoe I then undid my laces and dumped it on the ground A shiny quarter, nickel and a penny made the sound She said the money that she saw when she awoke this day Was twice as much as I had seen her quietly put away She said in school they taught her it was really good to share That’s why she split the money, just to show me that she cares She said I was her brother and her very bestest friend And if she found some more that I should check my shoe again I saw my sister put a shiny quarter in her shoe A nickel and a penny, what a funny thing to do But when it comes to sharing she’s the best that there can be Because I now know half the money she did give to me So if you have a sister let me offer up this news Everyday that you awake just check inside your shoes © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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StatsAuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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