Poem for the Pandemic

By Zara Quiter, TIWP Afterschool Program, 8 years old

Spring is coming,
Popping all around,
Bees are flying,
and worms are on the ground.
I made this poem for spring.

What is she doing,
Up here in the snow?
No one is doing
What snow people do.
All of the ski resorts are closed for the year. I am so sad!!!!

Stuck at home,
Stuck in the bleak.
All alone
Where no one can speak.
My shelter in place poem.

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