I see the sage-covered desert
I smell the freshness of the morning
I hear the scream of the hawk
I feel the caress of a breeze
I taste the dew on the wind
I think the new day is born
(http://www.msrogers.com/English2/poetry/30_days_of_poetryday_19.htm)
1 comment:
Great job using a poem type that we didn't talk about. I really enjoyed reading your work. Great Job!
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