Thursday, April 24, 2008

Mattie's Cinquain Poem


Tornado
Windy, Bad
Crying, falling, crashing
Not a good thing
Wind Storm

2 comments:

Ron said...

Tell her Uncle Pookie thought that to be most excellent. At her rate she will be one of the lucky ones in high school noted for writing real poetry as opposed to 99% of everyone else age 13 - 20, that sound pretentous. Where did she get the idea to pick tornados? Can she do one for snakes or piranahs? Cool!

Ron said...

Oh, and tell her that one of Uncle Pookie's goals before he dies is to see a real, live tornado... what? I'm Superman!

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