Beside the Pond

Beside the Pond

by

Jayse Bickel

(age 12) 

I look over the pond, 

My brothers beside me. 

The great Oak brags that he is stronger;

We do not deny it.

Though wind blows, 

My brothers and I bend. 

Yet the Oak breaks. 

We feel the wind;

The wind makes us sing. 

The earthworms burrow beneath our roots; 

It tickles. 

They make us laugh. 

Dragonflies climb on us 

To take off their coats 

And merge into adulthood. 

What am I?

(Answer:  a reed)

(Assignment for Lessons #17 - Point of View)



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