How do my hands wave? Moving and rising in my hands the way it shows all the pictures. Reaching, grasping and encasing in my hands it paints your understanding into a perfect place. Tumbling and rumbling in my hands move all the beautiful feeling in an inspiration. Crashing and smashing in my hands it stands for all the meanings of natural signing. Waving with my hands reflects! (created by Deb Ann)
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
April's Poetry Month
Drawing by Deb Ann
by Monna-Lisa
I guess that April is National Poetry Month. I got it from the newsletter by Mrs. Faulkner and Mrs. Shade.
Genre-Of-the Month
Oh, I think that I shall never read
A genre as fancy as poetry!
Words and images- such a delight;
I only hope my poem's all right!
Here's my Poetry.
Coming Around April's Spring
Coming around April's Spring,
Not so fever about it,
Thought to spring out the house cleaning,
From a corner to corner,
Never mind! Not do anything,
Or my mother-in-law'd move in,
So keeping the house filthy,
To keep her out- keep her in a distance,
Watching the flowers popping out!
~written by Deb Ann
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