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Tuesday, December 31, 2019

My poem D2 W1

      Walking on the moon


I took a step, my feet were like springs, as bouncy as a
trampoline.


I was in slow motion like diving into the ocean,

Feeling like I would drift off into the universe.

Friday, December 6, 2019

Woodland Wonders poem


 The range, of tall trees and the slippery moss under my feet.
 The singing of birds, perching on the branches. The dead leaves cover the ground like a blanket, and the light green grass pokes through the dirt. The vines hanging from branches and the little pink flowers blooming.
It’s so magical.