A couple of weeks ago, we were reading poetry and the kids were supposed to write some poetry. Only Rebekah really followed through on it. Here is her poem about spring (although spring somewhere else, not here!).
Spring spring it makes you sing
The flowers that come, the joy it brings.
The beauty, the flowers,
The sun, the showers,
The lavender, the rose.
It stays through summer
In fall it goes.
Love the spring,
(Only when the weather is nice)
The open windows,
The baby mice.
Spring spring it makes you sing
The flowers that come, the joy it brings.
A Mountain Bluebird
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