A Letter to Sir Grammar Dear Sir Grammar: With all kindness and courtesy, may I request, A new package of words, freshly made, For, truly, it seems I have used them all up, And my writing has near been betrayed. To start with, I shall need a splatter of verbs, That will glimmer and gleam for an age, Then a handful of nouns, both concrete and abstract, To bring pictures and life to my page. Moving over and under, and round and about, I shall need one or two prepositions, And pronouns, though always unnamed and replacing, They eliminate much repetition. Next, a parcel of adjectives, crispy and sweet, For those fellows sure love to explain. Oh! And please don't forget to include interjections, Those loud, lively words that exclaim! Lastly, if you don't mind, I require some adverbs, They're perfect for all types of weather, And, always, please add in a ball of conjunctions, To tie up my clauses together. Now I must end this note, else my words all run out, And if lucky, I'll manage to sign, Dear Grammar, I thank you for these lovely phrases, That make all the world's writing shine. With the last of my words and I know it, A very desperate poet. My Midnight Garden In the tranquil hush of twilight, When the world is calm and still, Lilts of long forgotten beauty, Lure me to my windowsill. To a dome of silver darkness, Decked in diamonds twinkling high, Like the blossoms of an orchid, Smiling from a freckled sky. Oh, the wonder of my garden, Never home to weeds nor scars, `Tis the magic of the midnight, For my garden blooms with stars. Crepuscular Come, Night, and spread your splendour on the land, A cloak of dappled jewels that blink and fade, O you who grasps the wings of peace in hand, Breathe sweet zephyr of dreams to those betrayed. And many slumber in your lulling stay, Blind to the beauty of your silent fall, Perchance a wayfarer had lost his way, Shall stare with awestruck eyes around this all. Yet all your charm shall once again be gone, Our flaxen moon’s soft smile evanescent, Surrender to the humming of the dawn, As Sun rises, his crown incandescent. Farewell, and linger in my day, O Night, You shall return to set the stars alight. Dania El-Ghattis is a grade nine homeschooled student in Melbourne, Australia.