Pretty Little Robin

In literature, I read two short poems: “Splinter” and “Fog” by Carl Sandburg. I had to write my own short poem about the change of seasons indicated by an animal.

Pretty Little Robin

by Ellie

A pretty little robin
With a chirp from her beak
Went flying from a blossoming tree
In a streak.
That pretty little robin
Is now full-grown:
She’s a proud little mama
Of a proud little home.


5 thoughts on “Pretty Little Robin

  1. I love the rhythm of this poem, Ellie! I really feel the energy and bounciness of SPRING and then turn the corner into SUMMER as the robin matures into her mama self. Great job!

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