(written in fifth grade)
Pollen, floating in the air,
makes me want to sniffle.
I really wish it wasn't there.
Thank God my nose doesn't whistle!
My eyes, full of watery tears,
burn and hurt and sting.
I look around at all my peers
whose eyes are doing the same thing.
I look forward to summer's start
(when all my troubles go away)
I'm never sad to see spring depart,
'Cuz I can breathe and see again. Hooray!