Road Trip

Grandpa and I are going on a road trip for a few days.  I will tell you all about it on Sunday.
Here is a great poem that Julia wrote and I think it might be about her!


Roofless

In a small round nest

High up in a tree

The egg hatched

And life began

This little blue bird

With no future plan

She sat in this nest

Her siblings around

Life was easy

Food by the pound

Then one day

She’s good as grown

Feathers strong and able

With just one push

Her future awaits

Away from comfort and warmth

To find her own way

Then swoosh

She has fallen

Time to test her strength

All that she learned

In that little round nest

Started to make sense

She flapped her wings

And was on her way

Her parents truly proud

Her elegant blue wings

Facing the challenge of life

This little blue bird once small and clueless

Was starting her new life roofless.