Thursday, June 12, 2008

Three Poems by Nathan, age 9

A Playground in my Room

Dreams of videogames
Lego people come to life
Toy soldiers with fake guns

Good Story

Dad cooks me eggs because
He knows I like them
and I like fighting games and
spooky things
with blinking eyes
under the bed

Stealing Treasures

A magic knife under the bed
I pick it up
I put it back down
Powder falls on the knife
Then water falls on the powder
The knife comes to life
It flies around
and cuts open locks
and steals treasures

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