Camie brought me a poem a few minutes ago and it sounded really good so I called her to my room and asked her if she made it up or copied it from somewhere. She assured me she made it up and that at school this week they have been studing Japanese folklore and poetry. Here is her poem.
The Great Blue River
I see a river, it sees me.
It looks back at me when I look at it.
She points at the river, it points back.
He kicks a ball, so does the river.
We all jump up and the river jumps up too.
We run all the way to the end of the Great Blue River
but it does not follow us.
Camie
-Not too shabby.
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