Poems!

 The field

The grass is moist and lush.

Bone dry twigs are scattered across the ground.

You hear roaring motor vehicles speed up and down the main road.

You smell the vivid car fumes and the beautiful fresh air.

I spy knotted, old, wise looking trees ,  I look down on city rooves. I peer at a playground ,  I spy the lush green grass growing beautifully. I notice the healthy electric green bushes and my classmates. The lovely cool breeze blows in my sweating face.     

I feel the scorching sun beating on my back.

By Jasper