Thursday, March 23, 2006

Poema da menina Clara

Seasons Changing

When seasons decide to come and go
They all put on a little show
Winter always comes in first
Never-minding Spring flowers thirst
All the seasons turn to Summer
Wich forever will be funner
You shall never forget Fall
For the leaves should certainly call
Heating up and cooling down
Will all make us go around

By Clara Raposo (11 anos)