Going into my grandparents’ house,
seeing the flower bed worked on
and the peach trees watered,
the greetings of loved ones.
Walking into a house of smells,
smells of different food being prepared
and the language unknown to me but still beautiful,
the bowl of fresh beans.
Walking outside to the dogs full of joy,
my grandmother hanging the clothes
as the breeze comes along,
seeing my grandfather relaxing on a rocking chair,
seeing the little ones getting eggs from the pens
and picking from the garden,
watching tractors go by daily as we ride them,
the guns shooting in the clear open sky.
The night comes as we come together
around a fire that we surround,
Watching the stars shoot by as we end our day.
by Jonathan, 10th grade

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