Saturday, December 9, 2017

First Grade Version of "Fog"

Fog


 The fog comes 
on little first-graders' feet.


It sits looking over
school and playground
amidst gleeful laughter

 
 and then it's time to go in.



Original poem:

Fog
by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking over
harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

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