December Leaves
The fallen leaves are cornflakes
That fill the lawn’s wide dish
And night and noon the wind’s a spoon that stirs them with a swish.
The sky’s a silver sifter,
A-sifting white and slow
That gently shakes
on crisp brown flakes
The sugar known as snow.
After reading together as a class, locating rhymes, sight words and drawing a picture of our mental images, we read our poems to a buddy-
And then we acted out the poem as we enjoyed a good old fashioned bowl of cornflakes!
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And then we acted out the poem as we enjoyed a good old fashioned bowl of cornflakes!
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