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John Audubon
John Audubon had to leave his family for months. He was a bird journalist and had to go different places to find birds. His first site was the Mississippi River. His second site was a plantation which is now called John Audubon National Park.
I really like John Audubon. I have a connection with John Audubon and Lewis and Clark. Lewis and Clark probably saw some of the same birds John Audubon found. I also like to go outside and watch the birds, just like John Audubon.
on The pinching snow hurts my toes.
We go to and fro through the snow.
We see a doe and a crow in the snow.
I hear, “Whoa!” in the snow.
We hear a cock crow through the snow.
We see a scarecrow in the snow.
We tiptoe through the snow to see a glow
Beneath the snow, and oh!
What a show as many slow moles go through the snow!
on One day, on a sunny, windy Wednesday, you could hear the sheep bleating, the chicks peeping, the cow mooing, the horses whinnying, and one more thing . . . . children asking questions!
“Sheep are used for wool and meat,” the expert said. “We will be going into the sheep barn now.”
When we went into the barn, a child asked, “Who’s the big sheep?”
“Sven,” said another.
Then when I walked with two legs on the fence, we were allowed to pet the sheep, so I pet it. It had hair neatly sheared off. Mr. Davenport told me that he self-sheared himself.
Then we had to take a wagon ride. I sat on the seat that was closest to the front.
Then we had to go to the cow barn. One pooped and laid down right in it. We got to see a cow named Blessing. It was named after our teacher.
Then we had to go to the sheep barn again, but this time to see chicks. The chicks were very soft. We had to be in a line. While I was waiting, I pet the sheep and looked at them.
Next, we had lunch and recess. We went to a movie room next. We weren’t going to watch a movie, but we got to do chores and we got to play with games that they would have played with in the olden days.
We next got to make butter. I got to stir. We also got to paint with stencils.
on Rain, rain, BOOM!
Rain, rain, BOOM!
Rain, rain, BOOM!
The rain goes as fast as a lion’s mane.
Rain, rain, BOOM!
Raindrops are racing until they fall, so
Rain, rain, BOOM!
Rain, rain, BOOM!
Rain, . . . .rain, . . . . boom,
Rain, . . . . . . . . rain, . . . . . . boom . . . . . . .
Ah, I can get out of bed finally.
BBBOOOOOOMMM!!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaahhhhh!
on One day a silkie (a chicken) was strolling home from church, and it sighted a glistening egg. “Who owns this egg?” she pondered out loud. “I will smuggle this to Mom.”
When she scooted rapidly home, she saw her mother rummaging through the house. She said, “Is this the thing you are looking for?”
“Yes,” said her mom. “Thank you!”
The next day she got a lifetime of sweet bread crumbs. This story is demolishing!
on When I stay still, I listen for white noises.
Newly born chicks, “Peep, peep, peep!”
God’s heavenly hosts singing, “Hallelujah!”
Fluffy snow gracefully hits the ground
While white chickadees flutter around.
When I look out of the window, I look for white things. Shimmering light from God above in Heaven,
Silkies white as snow,
White gentlemanly snowmen finding snowwomen.
When I have lunch, I try to remember some tastes!
Tasty white milk,
Scrumptious white chocolate ready to be eaten,
Sugar baked in hot chocolate.
When I have the chance to, I remember white smells.
Milk that is very smelly,
The cute smell of white chicks,
White ashes produce smoke.
When I have the chance to, I feel white.
The white of cute silkies,
White, drifting snow, “Brrrr.”
White is the color of electricity. “Ow!”
White is fun.