| The Rhythm of Our Days |
Fall PoetryToday First Born and Sunshine made up poems about our fall days. I liked them so well I turned them into a project ;-).They sketched scenes of fall and then I helped them paint them in a light, washy, watercolor. After they were dry, they rewrote their poems (with corrected spelling LOL) over the top of the picture. I wish I could post the pictures; they turned out so well! But here's their poems: The Fall Tree, by: Sunshine Oh in the summer and spring there is a tree with leaves of green but now it's cold and momma sold the pine from that tree and the leaves scatter around the yard. But not one leaf on that tree. They are red, yellow, and brown and a quarter of green. I think of this as I eat green beans! It is wet and it is cold. The tree lies asleep never more in the summer length. Fall by: First Born Fall. Red and Yellow falling leaves a soft, cooling breeze There's a mother out in her yard raking leaves that have fallen from the trees. 3:24 PM - Sep. 13, 2006 - post comment
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