Rainbow sloshes
filled with galoshes,
I open up my eyes.
Filled with flowers in my garden,
ladybugs and butterflies.
The sun rises, and so do I.
My dog gets up,
my cats get up,
my puppies get up.
The bell rings for morning.
My mom gets up.
(She wrote this right before she turned six)
This is a collection of poems written by Rosabelle--a young writer who began writing at the age of five. Her mother types out her compositions. "These are some of my best poems. I especially like 'My Secret House'. That is a true story in some matters."
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Walking through the Jungle
Zebras to flowers
Lions to tigers
Mountains to prairies
Dogs to cats
My name is Elisia
My mom's name is Lya
I love to do split backflips
I love to do cartwheels
Houses to people
Monkeys to chimpanzees
Backpacks to notebooks
The end.
Lions to tigers
Mountains to prairies
Dogs to cats
My name is Elisia
My mom's name is Lya
I love to do split backflips
I love to do cartwheels
Houses to people
Monkeys to chimpanzees
Backpacks to notebooks
The end.
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