I watch the dandelions bloom.
They scatter on the wind and zoom
like tiny dancers, lifting high
to twirl and swirl upon the sky.
I see them dance without a care
while floating free up in the air
until, at last, they must descend.
Their joyful dance comes to an end.
I watch them circle โround my head
and land within Momโs flower bed
among the marigolds and sage
like little dancers on a stage.
Small ballerinas dressed in white.
They sparkle in the morning light,
slowly turning in the breeze โฆ
and all because they made me (achoo!) sneeze.
An entry for the June round of "Writing 4 Kids Contest "
Prompt: In 500 words or less, write a story or poem (20 lines or less) that a beginning reader could read.
Line Count: 16
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