This poem was done by a very good friend of mine. I've seen her work before, but this is AWSOME!!!!!! I love how it perfectly describes how we kind of forget how to express ourselves like little kids. Well done Madeline! A perfect poem.

Fingerpainting

I asked myself why I dont miss
the days of fingerpainting and
realized it's because I never really stopped.
When I knew little I told my story with colors
When I knew more I told my story with shapes
Always I've been told to tell my story with tears
But now, I tell my story with words
So that I saw that I've never given up
the days of fingerpainting
I just make a mess with words instead.
-Madeline Emily

      This poem was written by one of my very best friends.

Ok, so today, I'm going to talk about something very dear to my heart. My Bucket list. No, I'm not dying or going to die any time soon, but I have a large list and the only way to finish it is by starting now. I have a grand total of twenty three things actually written down and several other thing that aren't written down. There are only three things that I have been able to finnish. And those things are, eat turkyey in Turkey (This was hard to find) assisted by my father and two good friends. Riding an Elephant and seeing a griaffe in Africa. I dont know if this one counts because it was in a zoo, but still in Africa. The other things on my list are still awaiting their check mark. Here are a few.
1.Call my mom from the top of Mt. Everest.
2.yell something random from the bottom of a cave.
3.Fry an egg on a road in death valley.
4.Float in the dead sea.
5. Swiss cheese in switserland!
6. Find my roots in Norway.
7.Count how many steps it takes to get to the top of the Effil tower.
        These are only a few, but my favorites! Bucket lists are important, I think, because then you can live life to the fullest! Live everyday like theres no tomorrow!