Hi ! I am a six-year-old boy. My mom created this blog for me to record stories. Now it is mainly for me to practice writing.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
One window
Every morning dad closes my window.
Every night I open my window,
So I don't dream.
I use my pillow
to make a house with pillows
because I love pillow
This night I opened my window a different way,
and I see a willow.
Nice poem. I don't think dream is related to opening the window or not. There is nothing to be afraid of in the darkness.
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