Some poetry from Stella...

I’m Sick

I’m so sick I don’t have to do school
I’m so sick I feel like I could drool
I’m so sick, as happy as can be
I’m so sick, I get to watch TV

A Haiku

Rustic mossy wood cabin
Fox looks out a hole
Spring has come to the meadows

South Africa

Lush green paths
Lions roar
Waterfalls splash
Rocky pass
Adventure soars

My Family Is Like A Cupcake

Dad is the liner that holds us together
Mom is the batter that fills us with love
Josh is the frosting that spreads his mess everywhere
Sam is the sprinkles, he thinks in bits and pieces
And I am the cherry on top, fruity but never ignored

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