Crawfish
I walked a little closer.
Some leaves fell.
I knew I was there.
Red beady eyes staring.
I stuck my hand in the water.
I pulled my hand out of the water.
Red beady eyes.
Enourmous large claws.
Akwardly hard shell.
I remembered the smell.
I thought to myself.
What could this be?
Then
Ahhhhhhhh!!!
I fell into the water.
I saw that what was on my finger,
was gone.
But when I looked down Into the water,
I saw 50 crawfish.
I guess I’ll never put my hand back in the water.v
Ahhhhh!!! Great poem!!! It seemed like I was there! Good job!
Col,
where did you see the crawfish? was that when you visited us in Portola?
no i don’t think so it was at a church camp near Lufkin.
do you remember the ones in CA?
I think so but I don’t know for sure.