The Snow Day by Abigail Joseph
The cold day brings the first bit of snow,
It makes little children excited, you know.
The children dance, sing, and shout
While the parents shake their heads and pass out.
Some flurries here and some flurries there.
The parents prepare the kids for the frosty air.
Dad pulls out his shovel and starts digging
And the kids are giggling
Snow angels, snowmen, snowball fights and more,
Children have more fun than they’ve had before!
Snow flies everywhere, kids clown around,
But soon the sun starts going down.
Mother calls them in,
Red faces and frozen grins
With her magic trick, hot chocolate cups,
It’s her job to warm them up,
All warmed up and feeling fine,
Mom tells them, “It’s bedtime”
Kids snuggle up in their beds,
With dreams of snow in their heads.
George Washington by Abigail Joseph
George Washington was the first president of the USA
In the war, he didn’t give up any day.
With the troops he bravely fought;
In his mind one only thought
The US should be free.
The 4th of July is a special day,
He celebrated with the army. Hooray!
The Declaration of Independence’s signers were in trouble
Committing treason put them in a muddle.
Still George Washington didn’t quit
So, he became president because he was fit.
The Father of our Country wanted to make us proud,
He would free America he vowed
To be patriotic you use "Deeds, not Words." As Mr. Washington said,
Being a good person is an example he led.
Lost Lamb by Abigail Joseph
I’ve gone away from my home,
I don’t where to run or hide,
Wrong idea, should have known,
The little one cried.
The cold wind whispers,
The howls of the night threaten me.
Will I go home?
Who will take home, back to safety?
But wait! Who is coming?
Could he be my protector?
To me he comes, my shepherd’s running,
He embraces and brings me home.
My shepherd takes me to my flock,
I’m safe at home for now.
I am here just because
my loving shepherd sought
Writing by Abigail Josep
Writing, oh Writing, Writing all the day,
Never once stopping, once stopping to play,
But my pen is exhausted,
All the ink is quite wasted,
Now I can’t write anymore, all the day.