This year for Language Arts, I am learning a poem every week or two.
Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
i love you all the sunshine
This year for Language Arts, I am learning a poem every week or two.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.