Updated: Nov 23
by Hannah and Tom
“I climbed into bed and had a fight,
I wanted to read by my nightlight.
I began to read in my new book,
But mother walked in, my book she took.”
By hook or crook, I fought back,
The light turned on, behind Mom’s back,
I love to read, and read I will,
Till the cows come home,
I’m reading still,
Under the covers,
Up in my room.
I will! I will! I will!
Her Mom’s Note: “I'm cleaning out boxes in the attic and I came across a poem Hannah wrote during a poetry unit in 2nd grade.”
Hannah’s first verse so genuine and descriptive of a cute spunky girl, inspired me to reply with what I thought Hannah might have followed up with😉
Hannah, now twelve, is quite the equestrian and so cute.❤️
*photo of Hannah on Treasure courtesy of Stephanie.