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Thursday, September 17, 2009

I Am...

Sprout wrote this poem at school, I hope it isn't wrong to share it.
I think it is awesome.


I Am by Sprout

I am smart and weird.
I wonder if my PopPop likes dogs.
I hear a choo-choo train puffing along as I fall asleep.
I see smooth thestrals flapping their wings.
I want an electric scooter.

I am smart and weird.
I pretend I am a famous director.
I feel uncomfortable in the presence of a crowd.
I touch my snack of apples and peanut butter.
I worry about black bears chasing me.
I cry when my mother doesn't buy me candy.

I am smart and weird.
I understand how people get jittery if the expectations are too high.
I say "eat at Moe's Southwestern Grill".
I dream I have a huge house.
I try to make a good impression.
I hope I get a sister that gets along with me.

I am smart and weird.

I don't know how much to read into this. They were given a set of prompts to frame out the poem...but I think her responses are very cool. It is amazing all of the places that the mind of an almost-10-year-old can go.

Sorry about the sister. Sprout - that isn't happening.
But your brother is super cute and you (mostly) get along great!

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