Poem’s

Jump into the pool’s and splash about, and after that you go for a camp out.

 

If the wind was here sand would go in my eye, and everybody knows that I would cry.

 

If I could reach the stars I would take it to hang in my bedroom, and then it can sparkle room.

 

I have a secret hiding spot, and you can come in cause it’s never hot.

 

I can see my shadow and on my head there’s a great big bow.

 

I am going to make a book about poem’s.