The night before Ella got sick she declared she was going to sit up all night like Jo (from Little Women) and write stories. She had a bit of a poetry frenzy and churned out six poems before she finally fell asleep. Here's one of my favorites:
About My Papa
by Ella
by Ella
Papa doesn't like red beets.
When we go to Michie Tavern
We try to pile them on his plate
Hee hee
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!!!!!!!! Can't wait to read the rest!!!
ReplyDeleteI love it too! Please post the rest Wizzy, when you get a chance! XO Viv
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem and picture. . . .I love this blog.
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