Haiku
Summer
By Josie Valentine

Hot and beautiful
Listen to the birds calling
Look at the sun shine.

Poem
My Dad Lets Me Sleep Until Eight
By Sadie Arnold

My Dad lets me sleep in ‘till eight.
Oh oh oh he is so great!
When I get into school as early as can be
I tell the teacher proudly
“I got up at eight!”
The teacher heaves a great sigh.
But I tell her “I never lie.”
She just stares at me blankly and I say
“Your dad probably never let you do it
but I am here to tell you all about it.”
When I get home from school I say, “Thanks, Dad, you’re so cool!”