A little seed falls on the ground, it becomes a little sprout. When the wind blows, it starts dancing all about. It sways from side to side, it bobs up and down. The little sprout is growing, it has become a rose. The rose is growing, it is taller than a little mouse, it […]
Poetry-Nature
Snow
drifting falling a small voice calling through the wind through the clouds snowman made on the ground a snowball fight begins a cold ball hits me on the chin Eliza Wagner, 8West Hartford, CT
Snow
drifting falling a small voice calling through the wind through the clouds snowman made on the ground a snowball fight begins a cold ball hits me on the chin Eliza Wagner, 8West Hartford, CT