This is the poem I wrote in class when I was in year one last year.
Planes go up into the sky.
Birds go up into the trees.
Elevators go up to the top.
Kites go up into the breeze.
Up and down,
up and down,
See the children,
See the clown.
Shutters come down to the ground.
Leaves come down from trees.
Blinds come down to the sills.
Parachutes come down in the breeze.
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