A Poem A Day
In my tree,
I grew up
with lots of other leaves.
I loved hearing
the whistle of the birds
and chatter of the squirrels.
Although when the other leaves
blew away
it meant growing up.
I waited every fall
until one fall it happened.
I landed next to my friend,
and I floated with her
the rest of my life.
By Josephine, 4th grade
[photo by Jack Hindmarsh via flickr]
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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