Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Julia's poem on playing outside alone

All alone outside on a sunny day
No one else wanted to come out and play.
Here I am dribbling a soccer ball--
Who will I pass to?
No one at all.

All alone outside on a sunny day
No one else wanted to come out and play.
Here I am on the sidewalk drawing with chalk, wow!
But there's no one here to compliment
What I've just drawn right now.

2 comments:

  1. Why, Julia, what a lovely drawing!
    I'd simply love to see
    What you've been sketching with your chalk,
    Will you come play with me?

    Love, Aunt Rita

    P.S. I love your poem. :)

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  2. LOVE this poem, Julia! And I'm sure that your chalk drawing was absolutely superb.

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