I am just a dog
I am scruffy, dirty and smell
But that all changed when I was saved
I now have a friend named Opal
I was bathed and finally I am cleaned
I go everywhere with her
I never leave her side
I have made many new friends
I sometimes get scared of thunderstorms
But I am protected
I am comforted by my family
I have the preacher Opals father
I have a home
I am loved
I have a name
I am Winn-Dixie
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Thank you, Olivia. I think my favorite part of your poem is the ending. I am loved/ I have a name/ I am Winn-Dixie. I appreciate the fact that you, like Kate DiCamillo, emphasized the importance of names. Being named is the first step toward being loved, I suppose. Thank you for sharing your poem.
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