Xander had a story to write about following a worm during his day. This was based on a unit on worms he did. He decided to make it into a poem (ie: rhyming). His family is very proud, especially his great-grandfather who wrote poetry most of his adult life.
The Burrow is all filled with dirt.
It all fell onto my shirt.
A bird is out of a hole in the burrow.
I sure wish it doesn't eat the worm tomorrow.
I pulled out my rope and saved the day.
The bird will have to find his dinner some other way.
2 comments:
I absolutely LOVE this poem, Xander!
Thank you! I'm making copies of my poem for my family.
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