Outside my door
I never used to think of things like rain, snow, trees, or flowers. They
were just a part of the world outside my door.
Now I go for a walk and I see things I never saw before. I see the
shapes that shadows make and the changing color of leaves. And sometimes
things I look at remind me of things quite different from the things I
see. Rain reminds me of falling tears. Snow makes me think of feathers
floating through the air.
The Seasons
Spring is nice, Winter has ice. Fall is gold, Summer is bold.
Linda Danber, Age 7, Illinois
Two Little Clouds
Two little clouds were sitting in the sky.
The wind came along and then they both cried —then it rained!
David McCoy, Age 6,
New York
Thunder
I hear
the drummers strike the sky.
Glenys Van Every, Age 9, Australia
Snow is like a feather covering the whole world.
