Elliot says...

Why shouldn't a seven-year-old have a blog? A father poses questions and a son answers directly, honestly, and candidly with the directness, honesty, and candor that only a seven-year-old can bring. Dictated and moderated by AmsterdamAsp , these are the words of Elliot himself: simple and complex observations of the world from the mind of a six-year-old...

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Weird Animals

Once there was a bird.
He only said one word.
His name was Cuckoo,
and the word was boo-boo.

And then there was a bat.
He had a red hat.
And he ate a rat.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

The Autumn Sounds

The birds are flying in the breeze.
The leaves are shaking in the trees.

The mole
is digging his hole.

The skink
is taking his drink.

The deer
is sitting right here.

The squirrel
is going to hurl
acorns at the girl.

And I
am looking at the sky.