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Monday, February 2, 2009

Hornbill, Hornbill


Hornbill, Hornbill there you are,
Soaring, Soaring really far.
For your home, you use mud,
to keep safe your little bud.
Hornbill, Hornbill you see me,
and I see you in your tree.
Even though you don't sway,
I still like you any way.
original poetry
by Eliz age 10

1 comments:

Cook Family said...

That's a great poem Elizabeth!