When I waved my wand-
mountains swayed on the spot and clocks’ hands spun too fast
When I waved my wand-
photos and pictures sprang to life within their frames
When I waved my wand-
the sun weeped embers from the sky and the moon shined radiantly
All when I waved my wand….
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Sam wrote this poem and illustrated it all on his own. The basic idea came from Stuff and Nonsense by Pie Corbett. It is a neat book that has a poem on the left side of a spread, and notes to write your own version on the right. There are many different types of poems.
