Cool Poem (I did not eat grapes while writing this)


One of my students wrote this poem for me. It was after we were talking about God as a creator and a “molder of clay.” Then we made clay projects to create as God created us. Anyhoo…this is the poem:
God made us with some clay,
Special and different in some way.
Molding us into many shapes,
Not slacking or eating grapes.
Working hard on each part,
we are all His beautiful art.
(I like the thought that God was not eating grapes when he made us. Hee hee.)