For Dad's birthday, I was supposed to write a seashell poem. Here it is.
As I gaze at my interesting shell,
First it is a piece of toast, waiting to be eaten.
Next it is a burrow for a nice family of fluffy rabbits.
Then it is a bird, flying gracefully through the sky.
And now it is an automobile, speeding swiftly through the streets.
Last it is a little girl named Sarah, running home.
And now Iam admiriring my beautiful seashell.
2 comments:
I really like the imagery you used. I can see how you could imagine the shell was all of those things. You should also post your drawing of your shell!
Ellie,
Thanks for sharing your poem Ellie. I like it a lot. Did you take that picture with your camara?
Love you! Dad
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