A Poem by Maggie

Here is a poem by Maggie, who is 5. Watch out, Mary Oliver!

The Butterfly Wind

I was playing outside in the grass

and my mother called me for dinner.

The berry blossoms sprang open.

It was a late night.

The dazzle blossoms sprung closed.

I walked into the house.

They were having flower dazzles.

The bluebirds burst out of their eggs

and flew over the fields of grain.

It was morning.

The bluebirds turned into giant eagles.