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Jack Bretl poems


Ml I lay (a)

 Up on the hill(b)

Where Im today (a)

With tumps to fill(b)


 There I see   c)

An old big pump (d)

This is my key  (c)

Which shall fill my tump(d)





This poem is a true story. It tells the story of my 2 friends and I looking for the water fountain at a camp site this summer. We ended up finding the water next to a great big fern. The water pump was old and slow but the water as cold and fresh coming straight from a river. This poem portrays what happened that day in great detail and I hope you liked it.







into thin air (a)

I fly so high (b)

With little care(a)

I fly so high(b)


The white mountains(c)

I see below(d)

 the white fountains(c)

Drop of  white snow(d)




This is also a true story. This is the story of when I flew out to the Rockies in Colorado. The mountains were so Beautiful covered with the snow that I felt like a fountain sprayed onto them. This was a very fun story to tell and I hope you liked the poem.