Santa Claus is always on schedule If he misses, a piece of snow The wind will blow, blow, blow! That sled of his will set a trail Of a wish and a blow through the wind Those rooftops are The ones that clickety tock Some have branches tall and wide Others have so many thunks […] To …
Poems
My Hand
My hand moves endlessly On the piece of paper. I am writing on and on. Words spread across the paper rapidly, Floating like puffy clouds Pushed by wind Towards San Francisco. My thoughts race high and low, My hand struggles to keep up. My story is coming to life. To access this content, …
Wobbly Teeth
Wobbly teeth are like broken legs on an old creaking white chair. To access this content, you must purchase School-wide Digital Subscription, Digital Subscription, Print & Digital Subscription, Digital Teacher Subscription or Print & Digital Teacher Subscription. …
