As mama and I walk to school.
I feel the rain drops on my face.I don't like rainy days.
It's wet and cold outside.
Mama says rainy days are special,
and there will be a prize.
She does not tell me what it will be.
I wonder all day long.
The bell has rang, it is time to go home.
Mama is outside waiting for me.
I ask what is the prize?
Is it a new doll?
Mama tells me to look in the sky,
look through all the fluffy white clouds.
There it is, I am so excited!
A beautiful rainbow.
Full of magical colors.
Indeed a real prize, that you can not buy.
On this wonderful rainy day.
2 comments:
This is Beautiful! Shows how a child learns about other special things in their environment besides toys and materialistic materials. I highly enjoyed reading this!
How wonderful! :)
One small suggestion...
Since the poem is from a child's perspective, perhaps it would be better to use age appropriate words (indeed is not a word many young children use). Just a thought to keep in mind.
Sofia
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