A Little Bird
A little bird flew up to me,
He thought I was his mother,
I said “go be free,”
But then I saw his brother,
I ran to him but hurt my knee,
And then I saw another.
By Mea
Welcome to Room 3's blog for 2016. We are a class of energetic year 5 and 6 learners and our teacher is Miss J.
Dear Mea. It's me Faith your buddy.I really love your poem.How did you think of that good idea?
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment Faith. I came up with the idea when I saw a bird fly past the window.
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