Here is my poem I wrote in Pennslyvania:
Crickets Chirping
The crickets are chirping,
The birds are singing,
Thunderous cars interupt,
The wind starts to blow,
The cars and wind stop,
The chirps and sweet songs come back,
All is Peaceful.
By: Kate Kauffman
1 comment:
I checked your blog and noticed your poem. It was very well written. How are the new desks working? By now you are probably back to your normal routine. grandma k
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