Whether or not you’re enjoying the fruits of Spring Break, this poem will make you think you’re on vacation. Have you noticed the gorgeous weather this week? Doesn’t matter—this poem will send the cool breeze wafting through your door. Planning to wander the streets of Austin for a parade of music? Either way, this poem offers a taste of the sound, rhythm, and spirit generated by thousands of instruments strewn across the city. What we mean to say is this week’s poem authored by Crystal, a fourth-grade writer at Hornsby-Dunlap Elementary School, is an enactment of sheer delight and whimsy. We’re so happy to share it with you.
Happy Days
sunlight daises on my face
try to tickle me with a shoelace
on the green, soft grass
lying down in a gentle place
soft wind
lays a tiny touch on my face
sleeping with no shoes on
I guess that makes me wild
dancing to smooth jazz music
with a touch of pop, too
warm rose petals flow around my hot tub
with candles the smell of honey glaze
kisses on my cheek
surrounded by lots of cozy love
too bad I was dreaming
what a happy feeling
Crystal, fourth grade, Hornsby-Dunlap Elementary School
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