spiders where skin should be: poetry for children
i have a little trunk.
it has a latch.
the latch keeps the things inside safe.
i just fed them their breakfast.
do you want to see?
there’s a house at the end of my street.
an old lady with long white hair lives there.
she’s in a wheelchair and can’t go outside.
she’s mean and never gives out halloween candy.
once there was a fire and firemen had to come and save her.
the people there now give out whole chocolate bars!
there’s a boy in my class.
he’s always snapping rubber bands.
once he hit my friend in the eye and she missed a week of school.
i was really sad and cried all the time.
when she was better we had a sleepover.
she has to wear a black thing on her eye.
in the morning we had cereal.
i like it so much.
we both do.
i’m not sure, but i think the boy’s family makes the milk.
i know an old tree.
no one can see it but me.
it helps me.
i get lots of gold stars and sunshine stickers.
i stick them up all over the inside.
i love the baby geese near my house.
they’re so cute and fuzzy.
once a boy i was playing with threw a rock and made a big splash.
they were just swimming because it was so hot.
i know where he hides.
we have an old one in our basement.