Kittens Growing Up by Avonlea

The kittens we hold in our hands are sooooooooooo cute. The one in front with the white face is Marius, the gray is Cosette. The one far back but that you can see her face is Aspen, and the one you can't see hardly at all we've nicknamed,"Mean One."
Cosette and Marius looking like their mother.

Aspen, my favorite, on my shoulder. They are so cute!

A poem -

The kittens we hold in our hands are very,very, cute.

We make them laugh and smile, and giggle too.

They meow and eat and grow up big, that's the truth.

Also, you like to cuddle and hold the wee kittens that grow up old.

A Snow Poem by Avonlea

To be read slowly....

SNOW POEM

The snow covers mountains
The ice skims the lakes
The newly fresh snow
is sprinkled in place
The trees stand mighty
with their green and white leaves
The houses show on top of their roofs
That they have opal and diamond
to use
The children play in a nestled valley
The opal comes to them
in their sally

Avonlea

Sally defined: a short excursion; jaunt