Wind, by Kirsten
A poem by Kirsten, age: 9
Wind
Wind darting through the air,
Wind flying without care.
Wind always passing by,
Oh how it loves to fly.
My Little Kitten by Kirsten
An original poem by Kirsten (age 9):
MY LITTLE KITTEN
I like my kitten,
Her fur white as snow,
She likes to wander,
So I wonder where she did go.
Her eyes shine like a cloudless day,
When she plays outside,
Her tail swings every way.
When I give her milk she purrs with gratitude.
I like when she purrs.
It makes me smile,
So I sit,
And listen for awhile.