I've been helping my mom move for the last few days, which means going through boxes and boxed of kid stuff that has been setting around for years. Today I found a poem I wrote in the third or fourth grade. Its called "Trash."
Trash
We dump it in the ground
and also in the sea.
It is not good we all have found
for the land the fish and me.
Trash is not good for anything
not man or beast alive.
It will not make the birds sing
or make the fish dive.
We put it in the air
it will not make the birds fly.
It doesn't seem quite fair
in the end every thing will die.
All the flowers will wilt and die
it makes the air bad.
Soon the airplanes can't see to fly.
It makes me so mad.
I like to make the earth clean.
I like to make the planet neat.
Some people say I am very mean.
I think a clean earth is sweat.
The poem is also illustrated. There is a picture of a dead dog, a dead fish, a singing bird, an airplane crashed in to a mountain, I flower with the petals falling off, and tires and water bottles floating in the ocean. I'm very happy to find evidence that I was a budding tree hugger at a very young age.
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