Trees only the street, maple,

Or have no name.

This spring make bending shadows.

Last spring the same.

I print my words now, new woods.

Next year we learn to write.

This coat is one we didn't send

To Europe, but we might.

My name is James. If you

Saw me with my father

You would understand my face,

If we were walking with my mother.

This is the best time of year.

Last year was the best, too.

My mother and father and I

Hardly know what we want to do,

Be a flagpole, make a shadow,

Be in a Grade V dancing ring,

Or fly to California and back,

Or wait til next spring.

We want to laugh at the whole world,

When we all walk and talk together.

I don't have to wear a hat now,

Not in this weather.