Icey the Bat

I discovered this from poet named Bianca Boonstra. It's called ABC poetry. Icey the Bat was my daughter Anna's creation.

Icey the Bat

A planet made of ice
Beams in the darkness of space
Cong is a place of eternal winter
Dew is always in the air
Eskimo clothing is worn by the natives
Freezing rain all year around
Gum drops grow on frozen trees
Heat is a rare commodity
Icey the Bat came from Cong
Journey to other places was his dream
Kneeling before the ice king
Leaving Cong was his request
Making a degree
Never to return
Options lay before him
Putting the ice world behind him
Quest to other places lay ahead
Reaching for his dreams
Star by the millions
The size of the
Universe
Vastness cannot describe it
Worlds after worlds
X to mark the stop never came
Years past
Zeal to travel stayed with Icey