Friday, October 7, 2016

Henry's Poem

.On this rainy morning, while splashing through large puddles in the driveway on our way to school, Henry composed his very first rhyming poem, all on his own.

Rainy chickens,
Rainy bees.
Rainy grasses,
Rainy trees!
~Henry Warden Ware, 5 years old

I think it deserves a few finger snaps, beatnik-style, don't you? 

I'm glad I'm not the only one in our family who is inspired by rainy days.

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