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El Arbol de Juanito

Ayer visitamos el árbol de mi hermano.
Lo plantaron cuando murió.
Yo era bebé, el árbol tambien.
Me illegaba a la pansita.
Ahora es más alto de me cabeza.
Ahora las hojas brillan
Rojas y anaranjadas.
Las hojas anaranjadas como me pelo
Son de Juanito, diciéndome,
“Hola.”

Juanito’s Tree


Yesterday we visited my brother’s tree.
They planted it when he died.
I was a baby and the tree was a baby too.
It reached my belly button.
Now it is taller than my head.
Now the leaves shine orange and red.
The orange leaves, like my hair,
are Juanito saying hello.


Adriane Mariscal, age 7
South Lake Tahoe, California
Bijou Community School
Teachers: Linda Loughrin, Sarah Knox and Meg Knox

 
 
 
 
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