Poems. EW!!!!

In english we started our poem unit. Honestly, who writes poems? The people that actually enjoy writing poems do it because they aren't good at anything else. Well, maybe that was a little harsh. Very harsh. But it's generally true. I personally don't mind reading poems because some can be okay. But writing them is just absurd. So at the moment we are writing WWII and photograph poems. For both of them we bring in a picture (for the WWII poem a picture from WWII, for the photograph poem we just bring in any picture from home) and write a poem about them. Wheeeee. So I randomly grabbed a photo from my pile (it's a pretty big pile) and brought it to school. The picture is of me and Chrissie (I would put the picture on my blog, but my ancient scanner isn't working. Sigh) about 8 or so years ago. I was holding Chrissie's hand and we were slowly approaching a little dog (she was terrified of dogs) . Since I am not good at writing poems, I asked my friend if she could write it for me. She actually agreed! So I decided to post it just for her:

Mincing delicately across the grass,
The dark plant soft underfoot.
Urging onward the little lass,
For just another foot.

The visitor not far beyond,
Sniffing the soft grass below.
The little girl not quite so fond,
And afraid to say, "Hello".

It is still a work in progress (especially considering that she did this in 10 minutes!), but I am so glad she wrote it for me! She is such a lifesaver!