I began to think of trees and rocks. First, trees have leaves and branches.
Next, rocks have dirt on them and green stuff. Last, trees and rocks I love because you
can mess with them. Clearly, I began to think of trees and rocks.
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In Part I , I wrote a little missive to my 8th graders. For part II, I think I will try and compose a poem from some things I wrote during...
11 comments:
Very descriptive, nice job!
This a really touching story keep up the good work 👍🏽
That's cool how you just took a tree and made a poem. You should do that with a taco.
So cool you could do this with only a tree. Great job. More maybe?
Wow, amazing that you took a simple object and turned it into a poem.
This was oddly simple yet beautiful.
I really liked the simplicity and beauty in this peice. I agree, rocks are fun to play with and throw.
So simple yet beautiful.
Not bad I loved how it was so meaningful
I loved the ending it was so sweet. Keep it up!
Is this a poem? If so them it is really good 😊. Hope to see more story's from you.
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