I am walking in a meadow when I see something red and it looks like a wheelbarrow.
I see its pretty color reflect the sunshine.
I think of owning it.
I start playing with it and put lots of apples from the apple tree in it.
I don't know who owns it but I think it is a little girl that I know next door.
She is a really nice girl and she has good parents.
I think she is the one who owns the red wheelbarrow.
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Alice, this is my favorite poem of yours so far. Who knows though, maybe some day you will write another that I like even better! Keep writing...
love, mom
Grazie mamma per il comment
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