SEPTEMBER'S BACCALAUREATE
This poem is about the changing seasons from summer to fall.
Make Your Bed
I couldn’t help but gravitate to this poem, seeing that I now make multiple beds on a daily basis.
"THAT IT WILL NEVER COME AGAIN"
This poem reminds me of two things; One, the movie, The Polar Express, where the boy had to Believe in Santa in order to hear the sleigh bell ring.