Saturday Acrostic

• Ruby Mirtle , Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2012

Spring warmth shines brightly on my skin,
A new day of the week in the month,
The grass crunches underneath my feet.
Under the nights sky the
Red sun shines brightly in the horizon.
Days past
And the warm spring turns into a frosty breeze.
You'll watch the days go past, days,weeks,months until once again the warm sun shines brightly to my delight.