A purple rabbit wrinkling it's nose.
Pink gleaming clouds with yellow stars.
Sticky treacle that lasts for ever.
The sounds of birds that sing gently like a breeze.
The smell of flowers that catches my nose.
Niamh Doyle - Kindergarten student
One is the flag fluttering in the breeze,
Two are the kites careening by the trees.
Three are the worms wriggling in the ground.
Four are the robins listening for worm’s sound.
Five are the daffodils wearing green and yellow.
Six are the bunnies the happily hopping fellows.
Seven are the crocuses bursting in the air.
Eight are the tulips swaying everywhere.
Nine are the raindrops dampening everything.
Ten are the children welcoming the spring.
— Robert McCracken (modified)
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Lovely, sweet poem!! Niamh Doyle = a great Irish name (pronounced “Nave”)
