Yesterday my first grader asked what the sky was made of, and today she wrote this poem:
Little Blue Sky
Little blue sky,
How are you up there so high?
Come down to me,
We will play games.
I love you,
Little Blue Sky.
Yesterday my first grader asked what the sky was made of, and today she wrote this poem:
Little Blue Sky
Little blue sky,
How are you up there so high?
Come down to me,
We will play games.
I love you,
Little Blue Sky.