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Chickie poem

Monday, February 13th, 2017

    By Ellie, age 10

I smell the fresh air, 

I breathe in as much as a can. 

I am tired of my egg,

I want to experience and I want to live.

I want to eat. 

I want to run.

I feel the warm breeze on my beak.

I try to peck my way out as fast as I can.

I am free; I am free to waddle as far as my heart takes me, 

I am free to stuff my face with crunchy fresh lettuce, 

My life has just begun.

To the cutest little chickie—Rocket