Window Poem
Straight ahead I see homes, a yard of green, garages and homes. Bushes and trees, a little road.
To my left is a thing full of mailboxes, a huge hill and woods.
It’s empty, everyone is at work or school. No matter what, the birds are always always chirping.
Deer running across the yard.
And a rock sits all alone by itself in the corner of the yard.
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