May 02, 2005

Poetry Five Year Old Style

My son decided to write a poem, and at least he knows poetry is supposed to rhyme. We'll start working on sonnets soon.

In Spring I take walks
And play with blocks.

In Winter I do play
In the snow and frozen hay.

In the Summer there is (sic) flowers I do pick
And ice cream I do lick.

In the Fall the fall of Gaul
There are no leaves on Obelix at all.


I still get stuck on the there is/ there are. It's tricky. I like all the "do"s- very classy!

Posted by: Lenise at May 2, 2005 04:24 PM

Haven't you taught him anything? He goes off to war in the Fall? Everyone knows you're supposed to conquer the Gauls in the Spring. What's he doing? Playing blocks. Hah.

Posted by: Frazier at May 2, 2005 04:24 PM

He probably started the war in the Spring, between walks and blocks. It just took until Fall to conquer all of Gaul -- except for that one small village that still holds out against the Roman invaders, of course.

Posted by: Jordana at May 2, 2005 04:31 PM

The snow and frozen hay line had me laughing.

Such a sweet poem.

Posted by: chris at May 2, 2005 08:54 PM