Winter to Spring Poem
Erik, Age 11, San Pablo, CA
                      The end of the Winter is short,
Planes would not take off at the airport,
Flowers are growing slow,
My sister has a pretty nice bow.

My face is warm,
And I was not alarm,
Bunnies come out to play,
And they want to show the way.

Me and my dad mow the lawn,
My sister and her friend really bond,
My mom and my grandma were cooking,
And my dad was working.

Easter was coming,
My parents were talking,
Our neighborhood is wonderful,
My house is beautiful.
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