Rain, Rain don’t go away,

Please come and stay the day.

I want to go out and play in the water puddles.

I have a new rain coat, hat and boots,

A gift from my Grandma Coots.

Mommy says I must come in,

 I might get sick again.

If I get ill,

 I’ll have to take a pill.

So, rain, rain don’t go away,

Please come stay a half a day.

Green pumpkins, orange pumpkins and white pumpkins to ,

I grew pumpkins for me and you.

Large pumpkin, small pumpkins, yes pumpkins galore,

No matter how many I have,  I always want more.

Leaves are falling to the ground,

One by one they swirl round.

 Two by two they cover my shoes.

Three by three they fall from the trees. 

 Four by four they blow though the door.

Five by five they try to hide.

Six by six all the colors are beginning to mix.

Seven by seven some blow toward heaven.

Eight by eight they blow against the gate.

Nine by nine I will rake the that are mine.

Ten by ten the leaves are falling down again.

They are all over the ground.

I must hurry and get the rake,

A big pile of leaves I will make.

Then I will call all my friends to come over to my house,

To run thought the leave pile like a mouse.

Green, red, yellow, orange and golden brown.

I love the colors and the shapes of all the leaves down on the ground.

I pick them up one by one,

I bet I almost have a ton.

My teacher says its the best she has seem,

since she made hers with her Grandma Bean.

It is so pretty, big and red.

A bite I will take of my apple and see,

 how good the apple tastes to me.

You taste so juicy, sweet and good,

I would eat the apple all over again if I could.

Apples, apples on the ground

I will count them as I turn around.

1, 2, 3 is what I see;  then 4, 5, 6 among the sticks,

Oh now I see 7, 8, 9 and 10 maybe I better count again.

June 1, 2009

Dear Granny,

Granny please tell all the chidren reading your stories to,

Check themself twice, make sure they are nice cause Christmas will be coming again soon.

Not being nice sometimes comes with a price and that could make them cry.

Cause if they age bad, it will make Santa sad and he will not stop by.

He will go to the house of the good girls and boys, and there he will leave all the toys.

So if they will be good, like they know that they should.

They will get the best like all of the rest of the good little boys and girls.

I used my eyes to see all the wonderful things they had there for me to play.

I used my ears to listen to the teacher tell us of the rules.

I used my nose to smell the food we were going to eat at lunch.

I used my mouth to taste the snack we had in the morning.

I used my hands to touch the sand in the sand box.

I’m going to the store to buy some new shoes, now many will I need.

I only have two feet you see, two feet you see, two feet you see.

I only have two feet you see,  so only two shoes I will need.