Commander and I enjoy Homeschooling boys (Herogian, Hawk and Gluten), raising chickens, ducks, and dogs ( Penny and Casey), eating gluten free, surviving breast cancer, coach track and field, and loving God for every minute that He gives us to cherish our family.

Monday, January 31, 2011

writing assignment amusement

T11 (Northley Davis) as his scout troop now calls him turned in a writing assignment. The challenge was to write a poem about a color, describing how that color would taste, smell, sound and feel. Here it is:

Black looks poor, like a beggers rags
Black feels rough like sand paper
Black smells like sewage and back alleys
Black sounds like popping knuckles
Black taste gross and is
as rare as your bedroom floor.

Can you roll out your bottom lip and stick out your tongue? We can!
For some reason, the Commander didn't want a kiss from us.

1 comment:

Tina said...

Excellent poem! What a great imagination!

Love the photo too...I'm just not talented like that. :-)