As I walk this
empty road.
I hear an excavator, but I can only see tall trees.
The asphalt becomes a gravel road.
And the wind is blowing in hair.
I smell grass and chilly air.
I hear an excavator, but I can only see tall trees.
The asphalt becomes a gravel road.
And the wind is blowing in hair.
I smell grass and chilly air.
As I look down I see leaves on the ground.
In the tall trees the leaves are changing colors.
The autumn has begun.
And I see turnips and bushes and stinging nettle.
Behind the turnips it is many bushes growing into each other.
In the tall trees the leaves are changing colors.
The autumn has begun.
And I see turnips and bushes and stinging nettle.
Behind the turnips it is many bushes growing into each other.
I look down so I don`t trip.
The stones are loose and some are big.
The road is wide and long.
And I have walked this empty road for a while now.
I see a creek and hear it gurgle.
The stones are loose and some are big.
The road is wide and long.
And I have walked this empty road for a while now.
I see a creek and hear it gurgle.
The road
takes me from the school to the forest.
When the wind plays with my hair I look up.
And what I see is a blue sky.
There is only a few cotton clouds on the sky.
And it seems like they are floating.
When the wind plays with my hair I look up.
And what I see is a blue sky.
There is only a few cotton clouds on the sky.
And it seems like they are floating.
Wow, Cathrine! Your poem is real good, and you have actually managed to include all the elements in the task you were given. I am impressed :)
SvarSlettThank you :)
SvarSlettWow! That was a really good poem.
SvarSlettGreat poem Cath :)
SvarSlettGood job! Really nice rhymes :)
SvarSlettnice poem, I feel like you used some time on this poem! :D
SvarSlettthank you :)
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