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In case you were wondering who the real writer is in this family, I give you a poem that the Kindergartener wrote at school. Except he got mad when I called it a poem. It’s an “acrostic.” Sorry.
Here it is. Spring by the Kindergartener:
All rights belong to the kid.
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Radishes are poetic.
Posted by: Jess | May 04, 2009 at 09:33 AM
That kid is the sweetest.
Posted by: Husband | May 05, 2009 at 09:39 AM
Husband: Yes, he is.
Jess: True, but not as poetic as ice cream.
Posted by: Tammy | May 05, 2009 at 09:11 PM
Great job. I've taught first grade and I'm currently teaching third grade. I'm telling you, this is talent for a kid who's only in kindergarten. (And it *is* an acrostic, so the kid is a good listener too!)
Posted by: Kalyn | May 06, 2009 at 08:50 AM
I think it's a great sentiment for the whole year!
Posted by: jacqueline Church | May 25, 2009 at 10:58 PM