I WAS NEXT A BIRD: Zehra’s poem:
I was next to a bird I do not know The sun was bright.
I was the third. I’m feeling happy. It had lots of light.
I was flying. Because i’m next to a bird The ground was hard.
Right next to a bird. Chirping birds My mind was blank.
The sun was bright. Chirping birds I met an animal and
And I was light. Chirping birds I named it HANK?!
And so was the bird. It was my BEST friend.
The bird was cheeping. And it suprisingly could bend.
And I was peeping. calm and gentle,
To look at the birds. calm and gentle,
I am next to a school. calm and gentle.
Why would I be next to a school?
Does the bird like me?
Or does it like someone else?