April 6, 2016April 6, 2016

The poems in our pockets

Poems from Grace Neighborhood Nursery School, April 2016
Claire and Carla’s Morning Class

In my Forest

By Owen

In my forest

Are bears, mean bears.

They bite your toes.

They like skin and blood and bones.

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