My bee’s stinger is a sharp pencil that writes stories about stinging.
Her black stripes make the night come.
Her buzz calls other insects to her when she’s bored.
My bee’s legs are lollipops that steal nectar from flowers.
Her fur is fuzzy fire to keep her warm in winter.
At night she dreams she is a great, red robin who eats worms.
Her snowy wings help her fly through the sky.

By Allisa, 1st grade
[photo by yyelsel_ann via flickr]

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  1. cp

    This is a fantastic site! You have inspired me to post some poetry that my children have written at their young ages of 5 and 8. I will definitely link to your blog from mine. Thanks for the great posts and making the wonderful words of children available to the public like this.


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