Friday, August 5, 2011

Poetry Rm 3

                                                                    I am a Girl
I can smell sweat red roses
I hear children quietly whispering
I can taste the fresh air
I can see the amazing children playing

1 comment:

  1. Hi Abby
    I really enjoyed reading your senses poem about you. My favorite part was the taste of fresh air. I love being outside in the fresh air.
    Thank you.
    Ms Matthews

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