Poems 7ºB

IN THE BLUE SKY THE BIRDS SING, I LOOK AT DAWN AND THE WIND TOUCHES MY FACE. IN THE BLUE SKY IT’S VERY BEAUTIFUL, I IMAGINE MYSELF FLYING, FLYING WITH THE BIRDS. IN THE BLUE SKY I LOOK AT THE CLOUDS AND THEIR SHAPES, IN THE BLUE SKY. BY Betsabe Mendoza 7ºB

IN THE BLUE SKY THE BIRDS SING, I LOOK AT DAWN AND THE WIND TOUCHES MY FACE. IN THE BLUE SKY IT’S VERY BEAUTIFUL, I IMAGINE MYSELF FLYING, FLYING WITH THE BIRDS. IN THE BLUE SKY I LOOK AT THE CLOUDS AND THEIR SHAPES, IN THE BLUE SKY. BY Betsabe Mendoza 7ºB Less