A Poem by Scott
Artwork by Rebecca (me)
I was high, high up looking down at a tall purple mountain, glimmering with snow. White, puffy clouds, with the sun shining behind them, were drifting across the sky. Little green trees were pointing to the top of the mountain. Slowly a little boy tugged on my string and I went lower and lower until the little boy caught me in his arms laughing all the while with his family.
Artwork by Rebecca (me)
I was high, high up looking down at a tall purple mountain, glimmering with snow. White, puffy clouds, with the sun shining behind them, were drifting across the sky. Little green trees were pointing to the top of the mountain. Slowly a little boy tugged on my string and I went lower and lower until the little boy caught me in his arms laughing all the while with his family.
1 comment:
very cool!
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