Sparkle Poem

Sparkle is still on a poetry kick. She's been reading a lot of Jack Prelutsky and some Shel Silverstein recently. Here's a poem that she came up with that I think is decent. Picture several young girls on the Fourth of July screaming and running around the backyard as their daddies shoot off fireworks.


Over the fence where the loquat's hang,
I suddenly heard a very loud BANG.
I looked up very surprised to see,
A very large rocket heading right for ME!

- Sparkle

P.S. This poem is a work of fiction. No rockets or other fireworks headed towards any children. Wander made sure that the kids stayed safe.