The Environment

• Archie Brooks, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2012

I see the trees dancing in the wind; The fire was burning lighting up everything.

The water was as cold as ice; I smelt the smoke blending with the air.

The juicy apple explode like a bomb in my mouth; Fresh fish tastes as delightful as icecream on my taste buds.

I was feeling the wet wood after the rain; I can feel the trees hugging me.

Green grass growing, tall trees towering; The water slowly pulls me down like a book pulls me in.

The cold leaves are like skin, the hills rise from the ground.
Fun fish flipping, fresh fruit growing, everything was free.