This is Grant, I want to tell you a poem. It’s called WORLD, WORLD.
This is how it goes
The world is very different here,
But you don’t live very near.
I like my school it’s true,
Our colors are white and blue.
I miss having parks around,
I only have the school playground.
The food here is very weird,
And no one has a beard.
My friend Haneef is from Malaysia,
That’s another part of Asia.
My ceramics class is almost through,
A lot of my things were painted blue.
I miss you all very much,
Please remember to keep in touch.
Written by Grant with a little help from Mom.
