Poetry for Spring

I tell the teacher, "Spring is on leaves." Because the leaves all grow up on trees.

We go to see spring! This is my class poem:

Exploring Keelung's Coastal Tidal Pools (八斗子)

I pick up a crab and I saw a lot of snail shells and some hermit crabs crawling around up on the rocks. I saw a few sea cockroaches, too. It was sunny. Then it rained a little.