Saturday, April 12, 2008

Poem by Jared

Seasons

Fall is when we have bald trees.
We jump into piles of crunchy leaves.

Winter is cold and winter is chilly.
We can make snowmen that look really silly.

Spring is not hot and spring is not cold.
It is a mixture of both, I am told.

Summer is hot and just the right spot.
We can put up the pool and there is no school.

Summer is the season for me!
(It is because of my birthday, you see!)


by Jared
Grade 2
Broomall, PA