Josie was trying to write a poem on my cell phone, but after getting frustrated asked me if I would write while she said her poem. This is what rolled off her sweet little tongue. Enjoy.
Spring. By Josie
Flowers are blooming,
Trees are sprouting,
And all the people are coming out.
Everybody is going outside.
It is time for spring.
The trees and flowers are going to the mountain blue.
And all the people are coming out.
It’s time for spring.
With you.
Classically, after she finished the poem and I printed it out for her to illustrate, she looks at us and says, "What is a mountain blue anyway?" We told her that having a mysterious part of her poem made it even more special.
2 comments:
and dated and framed I hope :)
Love.
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