I'm cold
because I'm old.
I'm turning blue.
It's true.
I'm sneezy
because it's breezy.



Here is a poem by a 4th Grade Dublin
student from Ms. Meyer's class:

In a beiqe jail yacht
A sick surfer was caught
She was very sneezy
And there was no doubt she was wheezy.
by Ariel A.



Here is a poem by a 4th Grader
of Ms. Kalinowski's class

BIKES
I'm going on my bike track
with a little snack.
I hit my backand heard a crack,
so I went to my house
and saw a mouse.
then I went to bed
and saw my friend Ned.
Then I woke up and went on my bike
and saw my friend Mike.
He was on his bike.
I saw a fox
and I'm wearing red socks.
by Chris L.