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Saturday, January 21, 2006

One day I went walking
deep into the woods.
As I looked up,
into a tall tree
there was something
looking back at me.
Fluffy tail,
acorn in hand,
looking very very grand.
A chattering squirrel
stood gracefully,
enjoying being ever so free.

by Elizabeth K., Grade 7

Posted by
StudentWriter
on 1/21/2006
11:30 AM

1/21/2006 12:18:32 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

That's nice. Really nice.

Bryon

2/1/2006 1:32:13 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)

i liked your poem i love squirrels thats why i liked it

Nicole

4/11/2006 10:53:45 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)

What i like most about your poem is the last line that says "A chattering squirrel stood gracefully, enjoying being ever so free. Thats how i feel sometimes to wish i was a squirrel and beable to be free, away from my problems.

jewelz

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