My Eyes the Mere Sight

Working at an elementary school, I can occasionally get weighed down by the wonderful world of student diaries. Nothing welcomes you through the gates of the school like a stack of broken accounts of science projects and family dinners. But sometimes, just sometimes, magic happens, and out from that burdensome journal comes art.

Take, for example, these two gems that I received last week from one of my more advanced third-graders.

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The weather is rainy
(eyes)
My eyes is turn red
But, sick reason...
I don't know!
My eyes the mere sight gives me creeps
Sickr reason is burst blood vessel.
My eyes a rabbit eyes.
Carefulness my eyes


***

The weater is rainy.

(move house)

I "Move house...
But, I'm not happy.
Because, Now house is the sight was strange
to me.
I'm a sad.
I'm a uneasy.
I'm a be laborious.

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I don't know about you, but I wish I could write poetry like that. This girl just might be a genius. Maybe she should be the one teaching me.