Poems from a Guest Writer

A Few Poems by Beatrice Spun (age 9)

The Whale;
The whale had a bump;
the whale had a hump.
Their were two whales;
each had a bump:
each had a hump:
each had a lump.

One went away.
The whale had a hump:
the whale had a bump.

The Tree
A tree starts out so small,
but grows so tall.
Then one day comes the man
to make it fall.
And their goes all its tall.