My Strong Arms
I like my arms best Because they help me lift things Like little charms Or big things like rocks Or help me dive off docks. I like my arms because Without them I couldn’t have fun And maybe make a pun. I like my arms Because they remind me of a man Who can lift […]
Flight
Flight When we first got to the airport, I was so excited to go on the airplane! I waited, and then finally it was my turn. So we went over to the plane, and the pilot told us what to do to get in. You were supposed to put your foot on a peg […]
Brown . . . . . to Green
Brown . . . . to Green I like spring because the gooshy mud, Nice cool breeze, Bird calls in my ear. What a wonderful song they sing! Oh, the smell of fresh dirt! The flowers grow, The green overtakes, The brown dies away. The water starts to trickle as the stream wakes up. […]