Third Grade Poem: The Cave Shelter

The Cave Shelter

The early cave, home of the brave
They had less utensils, had not heard of pencils,
Early days and early ways,
Prove to us that life was a fuss.
They had a flint knife
Led a hunting and fishing life,
They were afraid of the Dinosaur
But hunted a wild boar
These animals dont exist anymore
And we are glad we don't hear them roar.

--Oct.6,1949
Third grade