Poem #179

Wow! We're close to publishing at least one poem a day for the whole year! Here are three poems, one by Kyra, one by James and one by Grace...

    Moon!

  Moon   is   when

  The   night   is

  Dark   birds

  Fly   up   in   the

  Sky   and   sit

  On   the   moon!

Thanks, Kyra!

    The   Seed

     I   am   a   seed

     Lonely   in   a    packet

     With   some   other

     Seeds    lonely

             sad

     I   had   always   wanted

     To   be   planted

     To   be   strong   healthy

     Roots   Petals

     Beautiful   and   Watered

     That   is   my

     Lifelong   dream

Thanks, James!

   Staples

     S

      t

       a

        p

         l

          e

           s

   Are   like   antennas

   b

   u

   t

    Silver.   Fine   stinging

    Staples   that   make

    Blood

    Come   out.   Staplers

    c

     o

      m

       e

  In   black.   Staple!

  Ouch!   St

           ap

            le

             rs.

Thanks, Grace!

Have a good night, everyone!
PS - Last day of school tomorrow!  1/2 day... dismissal at 11:30!