Here's Kyra's poem...
Kyra
The woods
Dark with little corners of sun
Trees green and brown
Kyra has woods near her house
Birds sit on the branches and sing
Squirrels run over the crinkling leaves
Kyra smiles
Leaves fall on her head
Writing is like everything else. Some days words flow with ease from the pen, other days it's like mining through granite to find one lousy word to put down. Anyway, today was one of those good days. Kyra has a love of the woods, as it turns out, and beautiful little images just kept falling from her mouth as she talked about it. We wrote them all down and there was a poem. Voila!
Have a good night!
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