So, I wrote a poem (it's a little autobiographical):
The Singing Hen
The hen hung his head.
He longed to sing a song,
But his lungs could not sing.
So he listened to his heart,
And opened up his beak,
And sang a long song,
While his heart sang along.
And we watched a YouTube tutorial on how to draw hens, and then painted with water color.
Leif's (notice how he made it a singing hen):
Mine:
And I copied my drawing, and Owen painted:
Now Leif wants me to write a poem for ALL of our word trees! I think I'll have him start writing poetry as well.



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