I found this poem amongst his 2nd grade papers. I thought it was a fluke. I didn't really believe that he had created it himself. Then, I received several poems today from his 4th grade teacher. I think Noah may have uncovered one of his talents.
Clay feels soft like Jack Sparrow’s hat.
It smells like skeletons.
It’s brown like Jack Sparrow’s hat
When you hit it hard it sounds like skeleton bones.