Spring Poems

(a little note of explanation: When I was in third grade my teacher encouraged us to write books-stories, poetry, etc-in our free time at school and then read them to the class during a designated time slot. I apparently wrote a book of "spring poems" at one point. Reading them now I think they are slightly ridiculous and rather more like prose (actually, much more prose) than poetry, but I liked them when I wrote them. Anyway, here they are [with original grammar and spelling:)

My Birthday

My birthday is in May which is in 

Spring. I like the time of year because spring 

is my favorite season. I like it because 

it is not to hot and not to cold. I like my 

birthday which is in spring.

~

MAYFLIES

Mayflies are very, very 

annoying. It seems like there 

all around you. It seems like 

there on you all the time. They 

make me feel itchy, because there 

so small and all around you. I think 

Mayflies are very, very annoying.

~
The Months In Spring

The months in spring are April, May, 

and June. April is the beginning of 

spring, May is the month of my birthday, 

and June is the end of spring.

~

I Don't Know What to Write

I don't know what to write about sprig 

beside it is warm, I like spring, and I Don't like 

Mayflies. Althoug I already wrote about those things, 

so I thought this would be o.k.

~

Some people These Days

Some people these days are weird. Some people 

these days are funny. Some people these days 

like to sing. Some people these days are loud and some 

people these days like to write poems like this.

(and apparently at the end of the book there was a place to write our hobbies. Mine? "writing, tailking, drawing, helping and, cleaning" and there was a place for comments from the other students. Some of them were: “I really liked your pepole these days, poem it rimed so good.” “I like your poens but they could of ryme but they were grat”)

so, yeah, in case you were wondering what my writing was like when I was 8 or 9 there it is. :)