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Bird


I perch high up.
I cling to the sky.
I soar over woods and forests.
I sing in the high
hidden leaves
of tall trees.
I fly south
when the white flakes
touch my feathers.
I am the bird.


Noah Jordan, age 7
Alna, Maine
Center for Teaching and Learning
Teacher: Ted DeMille

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
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