I feel very tired.
The smoke is blowing in my face.
I am very sad to do all this work.
My arms are getting tired
because I keep going
up and down
up and down
up and down
with my bellows.
My tummy is gurgling of hunger
because I'm poor.
But if I keep doing my work
I can earn money for another meal.
By Oliver, Angeliese, and Alice
2 comments:
Great work! My arms feel tired just reading your poem!
Nice poems - where does it come from? The illustration comes from Adriaen Van Ostade. This is a very interesting artist. Have you seen the Merrymaker painting . It is so full of life! A song in itself.
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