November 9

Poem

Our teachers are the best

They beat all the rest

They are kind

And don’t mind

If we are loud

If they were in the sky

They wouldn’t be a cloud

They would be a sun

Who gives out happiness!

So let’s shout Hip hip hooray

For our MPPS teachers

Who work hard everyday

YAY!!!!!!

 

November 9

Poem

The shiny light showing little water drops reflected against the feathers

Little webbed feet patted against the dirt

Quacking little sounds of happiness repeated over and over again

Joy rushed through my body as I watched small ducks waddle up to me

Tiny beaks pecked against my shoe 1 by 1

Cute feet,Cute beak,Cute feathers

Could they get any cuter?

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