"The following story written by a grade 2/3 student in October demonstrates an understanding of engagement, richness of word pictures, emotions and feelings."

The Bird By Meagan

I was home. I ran up stairs. I looked out my window. I saw nothing but the light green grass. I felt nothing but the nice warm breeze. It was quiet. I ran downstairs and into the backyard. I ran around and fell down. I fell on the soft grass. I lay there for a minute. I saw a bird flying in a circle. It was blue and small. It made me feel big. The bird flew down. I held out my finger and it landed on my finger. It was soft and fluffy. It had pretty green eyes. It held on tightly to my finger so it would not fall. It flew off. I was able to pretend that I was a bird and feel as free as I flew through the air. I loved being home.