Summer is green
Like fishing in a lake,
The grass and the plants growing,
And the frog hopping on a leaf to catch the bug sitting there.
Spring is black
Like night,
The blackbirds, the penguins
and the books.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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good job:)
ReplyDeleteI enjoy reading poetry...did you like creating it?
ReplyDelete:) Mrs. G