Poem by Dorothy Aldis

Somersault

I somersault just like a clown
And all the trees turn upside down.

The sky is not the sky at all-
It changes to a high blue wall

And every little buttercup
Looks down at me instead of up.

1. Night and Morning
2. The Picnic
3. Little
4. My Nose
5. Hiding

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