Saturday, January 31, 2009

What am I?

At Starbucks, I came across a wall with poems written by kids from a local school or something. I found this gem:

What am I?

I come at morning and sometimes at night everyone is glad when. I come You use balls of me to make me then I dance around with You don't ever take me in Or i'll melt don't cry when I go I'll be back next time when the blanket covers Your town!

A note from the Poet:
While I was writing this Poem I was thinking about when me and mY brother made the snowman in the morning. MY brother said I want the snowman in. He took the snowman in and it melted. we made anotherone it melted too he Started to cry. I was feeling really haPPy to remember that time. To understand You need to infer is what is made of snow and when it comes.

I love that the kid remembers the snowman incident fondly, because his or her brother cried. Ha.

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