I enjoyed seeing how she chose to illustrate the poem she wrote today. It goes like this:
The night was growing old,
As she trudged through snow and sleet;
Her nose was long and cold,
And her shoes were full of feet.
First of all, I was a little surprised she chose this poem, and then, as you can see above, she drew a moon with feet. In her finished picture, the moon is carrying a lantern, surrounded by snow flakes and rain. I would have never pictured a walking moon, but that is one of the reasons I am glad that her poetry book is not illustrated, so that she is free to imagine what she will.