Trees
Summer breeze sways trees.
We are outside playing now.
Swaying in the wind.
Swaying in the wind are we.
Swaying in the wind with trees.
This is a poem that I wrote for school. a couple weeks ago I sent it to aunt Rebecca and asked her to show it to uncle Wilson. so i decided to show it to ya'll.
2 comments:
And, boy, did Uncle Wilson and Aunt Gerry love it! (Me, too!)
Aunt Rebecca
Thanks for sharing G, ,,Great stuff,,say hi to all ,,love gramps
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