When we got home from school today, Jaynee handed me a poem she wrote.
(Published as written by my fine second-grader.)
Summer, Fall, winter, spring,
There all a season no matter what you say.
Summer is sunny, Fall is falling leaves, winter is snowy
It’s all just a way.
Spring is when flowers bloom.
Thank mother nature she’s the one who.
There’s lot’s of animals that like the seasons,
Like in sprig a cow will just tell you moo.
There’s books about seasons.
Go to the library you will see.
I’ll help you look
And you will be.