My heart is
a candle blown out with a lovely sound.
My heart is made
of African-Americans
hugging for freedom. My
heart is made
of chocolate
eaten for
love. My heart!
My heart is
is made of a person hugging
seeing the sun a person who needs
set. My heart helps. My heart is
is made of made of cookies
cookies baking in the that are ready. My
oven waiting heart is
to be done. a seed waiting
to grow into a
rose. My heart is
made of eating
chocolates with my
family. My heart is
a candle
blown out with all my
bad times and good times.
by Alejandro, 3rd grade
photo by KayVeeINC via flickr





December 2, 2009 at 11:52 am |
Wow, this poem is great
Its so creative and i loved the twist at the end. Well done
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December 12, 2009 at 11:37 pm |
Another wonderful poem! And to think that this kind of inspiration and these words come from a 3rd grader. Truly amazing. I would like to link this poem and photograph as well if that is alright with you.
Most Sincerely,
Dorian
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