Eating Sour Grass
In a feild in catalina my friends and I were eating Sour Grass
I waved to a driver but he and the other passengers rudely just stared at me.
I looked to my left and saw the other kids yelling at each other,
I saw others climbing trees,
The rest were eating PB&J sandwiches.
The day before i was eating fries they were really good
I don't think i will ever be able to eat PB&J sandwiches ever again.
1 comment:
Great attention to the details of your surroundings in this poem! It is both playful and specific. You seem to have some fun with your punctuation and capital letters (a little bit of ee cummings style!). In the beginning, change 'feild' to 'field'. The last lines of your poem made me laugh with the repetition of ever; you really are sure about not wanting any more PB&Js. Thanks for sharing your poetry! Excellent work! I hope you're feeling better!
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