A little yet big treasure. Nicole Enns Grade 6 Akron, Penn. My house tells stories, stories of winter, when the wind blows high and the sky looks cold and there's snow on the ground. My house tells a story. My house tells a story of summer when the wind does not blow, and the sky looks musty, steaming hot air everywhere.
Children gather in the cool lake.
My house tells a story. My house tells a story of spring, when the wind blows slightly, and the sky looks friendly. And new animals are born. My house tells a story. My house tells a story of fall, when the wind blows friendly, and the sky looks peaceful.