Spontaneous Poetry

The day's activities started with cozy chats under the covers of my bed. We watched the Mockingbird that sits on the same branch of the Holly tree just outside my bedroom window. James and Quentin began making up winter poems spontaneously. James began with

In the Winter

the sky is white.

In the winter

it is snowing.

At this point Quentin interjected and said that he could write a winter poem, too.

Play outside

in the wintertime.

Hot cocoa

in the wintertime.

We go around the fire

in the wintertime.

James said that he liked that and wanted to add that to his poem, so he wrote;

In the winter

we play outside.

In the winter

we warm up with hot cocoa.

In the winter

we go and get cold again.

Not to be outdone (since James' poem was longer), Quentin illustrated his...

(The flowers in the sky are snowflakes.)

Play outside in the wintertime.

Hot cocoa in the wintertime.
We go around the fire
In the wintertime.