I see a snake that’s all tangled up. This snake has no end. It lives forever without being touched by human flesh. Whenever it hears anything it runs away and hides like night running away from day.
This snake is 80 years old. Every night he dreams of being a poet because his writing just sweeps you off your feet. It’s like floating on magical clouds.
The way he looks is amazing with purple, red, and green. How beautiful it is to look at these imaginative colors.
by Kristen, 3rd grade
Tumblewords
Nothing better than imagination. I think I’d like this snake.
Linda Jacobs
Love the two similes here! I wish my high school kids could write as well!
whypaisley
once again i am blown away… i cannot even imagine the inter workings of the child mind,, but this stuff never ceases to amaze me…..