I'm looking through a pile of items Mom gave me last weekend, and all of it is from fourth grade so far. Here's a poem with more than a line or two that still rings true.
I am an easily-annoyed carrot-lover.
I wonder if there could be intelligent life on other planets.
I try to hear birds singing when it's raining outside.
I am an easily-annoyed carrot-lover.
I pretend (when I'm bored) to be a gameshow host.
I feel grouchy when I'm not around people I know.
I can touch the clouds when I'm really happy.
I worry that the world will someday burn up.
I cry when even someone I don't know dies.
I am an easily-annoyed carrot-lover.
I understand where I'm going when I die.
I believe in everyone being equal.
I dream about someday being a professional designer.
I try to put up with people when they get on my nerves.
I hope to help people in a way I don't yet know.
I am an easily-annoyed carrot-lover.
