All the kids wrote poems for the library's poetry contest. I didn't turn them in on time. Bad Mama, bad mama!
Who Are Your Friends At the Library?
By DD #1, Age 10
Who are your friends at the library, library?
Are they young or old, new and bold?
Who are your friends at the library, library?
The books are my friends at the library, library.
They are warm and cold and cannot be betrayed for gold.
The books are my friends at the library, library.
How can books be your friends at the library, library?
They cannot talk, they cannot walk.
How can books be your friends at the library, library?
The books are my friends at the library, library.
Any person they can outtalk.
They may not walk, but they can fly like a hawk.
The books are my friends at the library, library.
October, 2006
I Love My Library
By Dd #2, Age 8
You can go anywhere
Or anyplace,
My mom just loves it
Seeing my face,
Laughing so hard
That I fall off my chair,
Crying so much
That I float up into the air.
You can read about science
Or geography
That’s why I love
My Library.
October, 2006
The Book : Lost and Found
by Ds #1, age 6
There is a book
A hook grabbed the book
The cook read the book
He had the hook
The cook liked the book
A crook stole the book
He hid it in a nook
The crook read the book
The police caught the crook
The cook found the book
The hiding place was the nook
The library was the nook
October, 2006
Oh no! Buy them a prize and tell them they all won.
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