My dad
He comes home, has a s, and eats dinner, everyday. Now he's sitting in his favourite chair, too tired to laugh or play. He reads his book or newspaper to learn what's new today. Soon he'll go to bed. He's a boring man, my dad.
Then I see him working on the building s. He's high up in the clouds, higher than a kite. He's walking on a n piece of wood, not worried about the h, not afraid, not afraid like me. He's a s, my dad.
