Birds

A poem by a seven-year-old

My daughter wrote a poem this evening. She tells me it’s much better than my poems because my poems are always sad. What do you think?

Look at the birds in the trees Foraging for raspberries, Look at the birds pecking away So you know they’re here today.

Looks at the birds leaving you How when the clouds come they fly straight through, But then the birds came again Even when there was snow or rain.

But then came winter And they left as fast as a sprinter.

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