Following is a poem written by a student in the 2nd grade class I taught last week.
It is not hot in winter.
It is not cold in summer.
The breeze feels so fine.
The bears come out like the hare.
In the West, the deer are here;
A fine time to fish,
A happy holiday for hunting.
The deer come out really good.
But the best thing about holidays is
You get to be with your
Family and friends.
Love, Heath
Needless to say, I'm quite impressed. What do you think?
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