A poem by Wells, age 9
I am made of elements, I am complicated.
I wonder why my mom won't buy me a mindstorm.
I hear my seeds,
I see my favorite dream.
I want a mindstorm.
I am made of elements, I am complicated.
I pretend I'm a bird
I feel trees
I enjoy swimming
I worry of bullies
I cry of pain
I am made of elements, I am complicated.
I understand stories
I say, "by the way",
I dream of a mindstorm
I try to write this
I hope to finish soon
I am made of elements, I am complicated.
2 comments:
Oh man, I wish we lived closer to you guys! That Wells is one complicated bunch of elements.
yes very complicted and somewhat sad...
very impressive poem. I'll get Chris to read it and give a comment too.
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