Remember me?
I helicoptered past
your kitchen window last fall,
then hovered over the pumpkin patch.
I had traveled far on the wind that day,
spinning the whole entire way.
I really hadn't planned to stay,
only wanted to look around,
lay my dizziness down,
rest a moment on the ground.
No wind came to carry me aloft,
the dirt was sweet and soft--
I guess
I must
have
dozed
off....
*by Kristine O'Connell George
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Idea: great o have the kids draw a picture to go along with this story (or act it out while reading)
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