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...






