This is a poem that I wrote while I was bored over the break:
The leaves crunching underfoot,
specks of autumn colors
cover the ground.
As I walk through the silent forest,
I think of how my life
is blessed
with things I take
for granted.
This is a poem that I wrote while I was bored over the break:
The leaves crunching underfoot,
specks of autumn colors
cover the ground.
As I walk through the silent forest,
I think of how my life
is blessed
with things I take
for granted.
That is such a wonderful poem.
I thought this was a really good poem. Good job!
Marvelous way with words. Nice work.
Nicely done!