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.
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!
Thank you everyone!
nice short poem
great job
Very good! Nice job!