"The grass is as soft as a pillow on my bum. As the cars go by really roaring past my head. Birds
cheep,cicada's make a sound that you can not describe. Trees rattle in the wind leaves falling to
the ground and people stand on the leaf crunch goes that leaf. The sun is hot on my back the
wind is talking to me. The wind is like fire though my my hair
by blake
Awesome Blake - that's an awesome poem
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ReplyDeleteBlake we need to look at adding some punctuation to this lovely poem.
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