How to Make a Friend

Connor Green

Dirty hands wanting to be cleaned.

dry and crusting over.

rough textures scratching my hands.

wet clay sticks to each other.

funny faces, tongue sticking out.

Flames solidifying the work.

hardening clay cracking.

colorful work area.

Happy top hat on his head.

Lost time with hours of work.

Rain smells seeping in.


School year is coming to an end.

Just like this poem.