(why science in the hospital is good)

An insightful kid wrote this poem- I love the idea that she was thinking about hugging clouds even though she was in the hospital


Orange black yellow

It’s pretty

Antennae like little tweezers

Body like a toothpick

Just like being alone in a field full of grass

And it’s sunny and

A rainbow comes

Legs like strings

Flying is when your feet are lifting off of the ground

Like I hugged a cloud


2 responses

  1. Beautiful.

    October 31, 2011 at 1:43 pm

    • Bojangles

      I love it! So simple; so beutiful. Such and observant and insightful little person who wrote it.

      November 3, 2011 at 6:59 am

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