Clara's pebble poems

Clara wrote two poems at home about two pebbles, one from Sweden, one from France:

 My first pebble

You have two holes

You are black and white

I found you in the sea

You look like a shark’s tooth

One of your holes is big

One of your holes is little

You have two pointy edges

You have a deep hole

You are solid

You smell of seaweed.

My little pebble

There is one side where you are smooth

You are so little that I can not find you on the beach

You look a bit like the face of a dog or a cat

The first time that I saw you you were so dirty

You don’t have a missing half

You are always cold

You have some designs

You are pointy on the back

You look a bit like a small triangle

You smell like you have been in a garden.

Clara