The Country
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Abigail Sigley, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2017
Leaves on the trees,
Wind and the breeze.
Dust on the track,
Near the old dirty shack.
Clothes on the line,
Belonging to old Mrs. Cline.
There’s mist and fog,
Covering the ancient log.
The grass smells sweet,
Where the cows go to eat.
The bonfire is burning,
While the marshmallows are turning.
The country is great,
Now how could you debate?