MORNING

Like a child on Christmas morning,
clouds creep over the mountains,
slow, and then they run.
Light shines on the hillside,
it gleams with morning sun,
a new day has begun.

     Can you tell I was up early today?  Can you write your own poem about your morning?  Have fun writing.

Car Trip

My car honks beep, beep.

My car honks toot, toot.

You and I can travel 

along a magic route.

We'll drive through cities

and along the countryside

over hills and rivers

and up a mountainside. 

We'll stop for hamburgers

and to fill up with gas.

the trip that we're taking

will quickly pass.

But we'll take photos--

memories of our fun

and then we can see

our riding in the sun.

     On August 22, 1903 Theodore Roosevelt became the first American president to ride in an automobile, in Hartford, Connecticut.  Can you write a poem today about a ride?  Was it in a car, or some other vehicle? Where did you go?  What did you see?