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 Allissa, 1st grade

Photo by LadyDragonflyCC via Flickr

This poem is featured as part of the 2011 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

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