It’s okay to like dogs.
It’s okay to do flips.
It’s okay to swim and to have long hair.
It’s okay to play with toys.
It’s okay to have your ears pierced.
It’s okay to eat pasta and like baseball.
It’s okay to play with my dogs.
It’s okay to play with my stuffies too.
It’s okay to color pictures.
It’s okay to watch shows.
It’s okay to snuggle with my dog.
It’s okay to like ice cream.
I am a forty-niner, and I am on a trip to the Gold Rush. It has been a hard trip, but we are almost there. Some of my friends have died.
Now we have gotten to the gold rush. We’ve only found a little bit of gold. Now when we are panning for gold, we can’t find a lot of gold. The food is getting to be more money.
It is hard panning for gold! The water is so cold, and we get frostbite sometimes. We have to hunt a lot for food.
We got poor, so we had to give up and leave California to go home.
The Dark Sky
I play with stars.
I swish with the wind.
I have parties in the dark navy blue sky.
I am a sparkly moon.
Dogs
Adorable, nice
Barking, running, eating
The best animal ever!
Jumping, playing, drinking
Cute, helpful
Puppies
Ode to Pizza
(a playful poem)
Oh, pizza, I adore you!
Oh, pizza, oh, pizza,
So cheesy and delicious.
Pizza, you are so shiny and beautiful.
My eyes are melting with joy.
Oh, pizza, I love you so much.
I adore you the most.
You are so lovely just coming out of the oven,
And I knew the minute I saw you that I loved you.
I knew you were so pretty.
My heart is pounding for joy at the sight of you.
You were sizzling,
And I couldn’t resist eating you.
I love you to the end.
If You’re Not From Summer
If you’re not from summer,
You don’t know the smell of fresh air blowing.
You don’t know the noise of birds chirping quietly,
The creamy ice cream in the hot sun,
Laughing with friends.
If you’re not from summer,
You don’t know swimming on a hot day.
If you’re not from summer,
You don’t know the fresh air that blows in your face,
That smells like flowers.
You don’t know swimming and playing with friends,
The nice, cold ice cream melting in your mouth.
If you’re not from summer,
You don’t know your hair blowing in the wind like flowers in the wind.
You don’t know the beautiful smell of flowers and pretty flowers.
If you’re not from summer,
You don’t know my feet paddling back and forth.
Summer is the best.
