Wednesday, 28 November 2007

poem

I saw a little bird
Hopping on the shelf
I did not think that it could fly
So I decided to give some help
Its beak was black
Its body was green
It was the most beautiful thing
That I have ever seen
I held it in my hand
I felt its thumping heart
And I knew for certain
My brothers should see this part
I called to both my brothers
And then us brothers three
Released this tiny bird and
It went hopping on the tree

By Chas
Age 9

1 comment:

Victoria said...

You've got a budding poet there!

Nice work Chas!