Thursday, September 27, 2012

Poetry from the HW Pack (by HR)

I lay in bed with my sweet cup
of tea, 
knowing I'm going to have a sweet 
dream today.
I'm afraid that there is a real piece
of fish bait next to me,
if there was, I would 
speed out of bed
open the screen door
and run to my mom
who has my favorite treat
I would run to my favorite trail
and read a book
Then I will leave and get back in my bed.

Written by HR

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