Nature

• Pheobie Barry, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

When I go outside I feel the cool breeze against my hair and I smell the nice fresh air. I see the trees and bushes swaying around and I see the leaves that have fallen down. I see the beautiful blue sky and how it’s up oh so high. When I look up at the hills I see the pretty daffodils. I see the pretty roses that our red and the violets that are blue. I hear the children gossiping while the flowers are blossoming. When I look outside I see a lovely sight that brings me such a delight.