Monday, November 9, 2009

If my bed grew wings... by Hamish

If my bed grew red wings I would fly
to Hundred Acre Wood.
Next I would go to a yellow castle made of
gold and coins.
I might see knights fighting on horses.
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  1. room20November 23, 2009 at 10:42 PM

    Great poem Hamish. You ahve really used your imagination and talked about lots of things you like.

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