Clearing Webs

Gid's Poem

In language arts we're reading a poem called Boy Flying by Leslie Norris. Today Gid wrote his own poem w/the first two or three words of each line written (I can see; I can't see & so on), him ending each sentence. I love that my five year old used rustles. And the ending is really quite touching. They're so close those brothers are always on each others' minds, huh? Here's his final product:

I'm Flying

by Gideon Perkins

I can see monster trees.
I can't see the box inside the garage.
I can hear the wind that rustles the trees.
I can't hear friends talking.
I can smell the sun that smells like hot trees.
I can't smell Isaac's stinky bum.