A Poem A DaySounds like people talking nicely, no bad words
Tastes like fresh fruit from a field
or cookies at the Gonzalez’s
and a cool drink when you are outside in the hot summer
Smells like roses when they first bloom in my garden
Feels like the soft smooth fur of my cat Tiger,
and that fuzzy feeling you get when you love someone special
Looks like a field where a war once was
but has more flowers
and happiness
than any other field.
In this blog Writers in the Schools (WITS) celebrates kids--in their own words. We feature essays, stories, and poems that were created by K-12 students in our program. All material (c) Writers in the Schools 2007-2012. If you wish to republish this work, please credit both the organization and the author and link back to this site. This material may not be used in commercial ventures of any kind.
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