A poem written by my youngest son, age 7. With grace to his 1st grade teacher, Cheri Facer.

Inside of Me.

Inside of me is a cold, clear river flowing in the mountains.
Inside of me is an oak tree quiet in the forest.
I am a soccer ball flying intothe net for a goal.
I am a pencil drawing super heroes.
Inside of me is a red ruby in a hidden treasure chest.
Inside of me is a very nice person.
Inside of me is a golden spirit.
I am a storm of happiness.
I am a bowl full of love.

May 2010