April 29, 2010 Guilt
We recently were in a unit of poetry for Language Arts. Our oldest daughter wrote the following poem: (Clearly she has a lot of experience of playing in mud when she shouldn’t be.)
You walk upon the mud
Going barefoot everywhere.
The mud will become sinking sand
You know you must get out but you can’t.
The trees begin to stare
And soon there’s water everywhere
You take one more step and
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