Poetry

Winter

Riley Grace Carlson

I walk through the silent pasture to the tree swing.I sit down and start to swing.I close my eyes and fall into a silent sleep.When I open my eyes I see the ground is litteredwith leaves, acorns and plants of all kinds.I sit listening to the wind roar.I am not troubled.I just sit therewatchingwaiting.

Winter Riley Grace Carlson
Riley Grace Carlson, 9
Franklin, Tennessee

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