The start of my love for poetry. ( I was in 3rd and 4th grade )

I wrote more but these were in books published by the school. The formatting is not my favorite but I was younger.

3rd grade. I was 9

Deer

You are across the
street, deer.Put me
on you.
      But I can't.
How do I find you
again?
     You are there once or
twice a year.
Where are you the
rest of the time?
I am at somebody else's house.
Where are you all night?
I am sleeping.
Where are you now?

4th grade. I was 10

Birds

Spring is like a bird flying
home from the south. The
wind blows through the bird's
path.The robins form V shape
in the sky. They land on the
ground and start to build a
nest.The bird turned into a seed
that was planted in the ground.
The seed began to bloom.
The flower said, I wish I were
a bird again. Once you die
you will be.