Page 62 - Navya Poem

DIFFERENT DAYS OF MY LIFE

It is a good day,

so let me say
that I can play
with toys or clay.

I see people walking slow,
The sun is at the low.
Flowers bloom in a row,

Just enjoying nature’s show.

Sitting on a wooden log,
I hear a crocking frog.

Friend of a small dog,
The frog lives in bog.

It is raining out.

I am going for a scout.
I know what it’s all about;
Be disciplined there and do not shout.

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