The Poem Girl
"Poetry is like a nice big quilt, with words and pictures, pieced together."
Monday, August 11, 2014
The Squirrel
The little squirrel chatters
As he climbs up a tree.
He reaches the top,
And looks at me.
He chitters and skitters,
So happy and free.
As he climbs,
Up the great big tree.
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