Thursday 17 March 2016

My poem




 The garden is a beautiful place

sometimes we cut wood to make light, so the plants can grow

picking up snails and watching them race
it's like watching humans race but in slow, slow motion
we dig mulch to put around the garden beds
after a hard day of work it's time to go and eat
the kitchen people have made beautiful
vegetarian pizza that smells great.

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