I see a beautiful Grand Canyon-like cliff.
Sparkly emerald-colored trees.
I see a shimmery blue stream.
I hear the fresh breeze blowing through the trees.
I hear the stream’s gently rushing water.
I feel cold refreshing liquid on my fingers
as I run my hand through the stream.
I smell the sweet crisp green grass.
I smell the carefully dripping mother rain
as it falls on my arms. I taste the fruits
from the fruit-bearing trees in Yosemite Park.
I taste the sprinkling rain on my tongue.
by Kate, 3rd Grade
Sheri
A third grader wrote this! Do you write poetry?? I hope so!