As I walk through an open field,
I notice the grass. The grass runs
For miles and miles up a hill. The grass
Runs up and down the field to notice the
Rug from far and near.
Then I stop to get a clue about the
Mountains view. The mountains
Take big fat looks above and beyond,
To see the clouds of sky.
As I walk, to catch my eye I
Seen a big bundle of trees
The way I seen the trees they were running
Towards the grass of rug.
By. Shawn
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