Of sparklers and dirt

Lisette found a leftover sparkler in the closet last week. I was going to just throw it away, but Lisette wanted to light it. Here she is framed in a ring of fire!




She also wrote a poem today. She said, "I only did it because Mom made me."

Dirt

Most dirt is compost,
Made of dead plants and apple cores,
And sometimes even dung.

Ok, now here is a poem about Lisette's poem and Lisette's sparkler. Keep in mind, this isn't the greatest poem in the world, this is just a tribute.

Soil
Rich humus,
Food for worms,
Dung of worms,
Home for worms.
Wormy worms.
Sparkler
Fire-sticks for children
Burning sparks of pain
Sting tender skin on hands and arms.
Wonderful light,
Making night shapes.
Sparkly sparks.