June 04, 2009
We just returned from the 4th Grade performance of 'Gold Dust or Bust' at school. Annie did great, and really seemed to be into it. I think she might finally be overcoming her stage fright. Lord knows she did not get that from me!

The poetry her class wrote recently showed up in the monthly school newsletter, and I wanted to share Annie's short poem. It really struck a chord with me...

Fog by Annie Hockanson

Fog looks like mist floating in the air, like a lot
Of snowflakes broken into a million pieces
Got all over me, I could feel it touching my skin.
It felt like cold water in a frozen lake.


Better than the Fall Pig, don't you think, mom?


Hoping for an artistic side to my daughter...
Ozarkyn • 07:32 PM • 1 commenttrackback