The smell of fresh cut grass
The chirping of the birds
The laughter of the children,
college kids running every morning,
The sun setting later,
new neighbors,
grass turning greener,
the sky's blue,
the T.Vs off,
my book bag in my closet,
the luminous sun,
the sound of the waves,
crashing into
the rocks.
the moon,
shines at night,
the laughter
and play,
of kids on the street.
I enjoy being
home.
the schools hallway,
is quiet.
the bright color of
a flower.
dirty cars,
the smell of chlorine,
a pop bottle,
floating down the
Big Blue.
Billy H.
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Here Billy I commented. Feel better now? Not so upset?
Hey I think we are not different at all I think we have similarities because we are all teenagers just like you said and I had found it neat that you combined nature with reality.As I was reading yours is sorta reminded me of summer such as "The bright color of a flower", "The sounds of the waves crashing into the rocks" and grass turning greener. Your piece is a fueled piece just by you putting make things together that are different but discovering that they become into one and I last that I liked about it was your title because here in New york we are all hoping for summer to come soon..lol.
Really Good Job!
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