Students - this poem came from something that just happened yesterday. I pulled out a pile of sheets and towels from the dryer, and Hope wanted to hug it! We all do this here, snuggle into piles of clean laundry and soak up the warmth.
This poem is about a simple pleasure. What is one of your simple pleasures? What is something little, free, daily, and undramatic which pleases your senses? These are good things to write about, and often you will find that others enjoy them too!
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