“Here are cool mosses deep,
And through the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.”
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THE NOISY DAY
By: Gerardo S.
When I went to the park, I heard a quack
So I followed the quacking
And it led me to the ducks.
Then soon I heard a chirp
So I followed the chirping
And it led me to the tree filled with birds.
Then I soon heard a buzz
So I followed the buzzing
And it led me to a flower filled with bees.
Then I heard a ha ha
So I followed the ha ha
And it led me to the playground filled with kids playing.
Soon I heard a whisper, whisper
So I followed the whispering
And it led me to two little kids telling secrets.
I hope they are not talking about me.
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