Wednesday, December 5, 2012


This is a nameless poem written by Mia when she was eight:

The big yellow sun feels so warm.
Sometimes I forget it might give me hives.
I still love the warmth.
It's so bright and pretty.
I love the sun.
The green grass smells sweet and fresh.
It's so green.
It seems impossible for it to turn yellow and die.
I hear it russel in the wind.
I love the green richness.
The blue sky is very pretty.
With white clouds too.
The clouds dot the sky.
The blueness is beautiful.
I love the sky

1 comment:

mommaquincy said...

That was a sweet taste of summer! I love it Mia!