(a poem by 10 year old Emma)
I
know a little bird,
Who
sings so nice it can be heard,
Miles
and miles and miles away,
He
stays with me every day.
In
the winter when I go out to see him,
The
chances are pretty slim;
That
he won’t be there,
Singing
in the cold, frosty air.
He
ignores the biting cold,
And
with his heart of pure gold,
He
sings a tune,
About
winter ending soon.
As
the days get longer,
He’s
getting stronger,
Spring
fills the air,
O,
what a fantastic view!
If
you are very lucky,
You
might meet him too!
(Emma
Dimitrova (my 10 year old daughter Emma), 26/01 2019)
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