Here's a piece of writing by Leah called "Spring."
It's spring. The ground is full of life and covered with green grass. There's a cold, chilly, breezy wind, with birds flying from their nests to bring their chicks some food. I hear the creak of the swings in the playground, balls hitting the ground, and splashing from the puddles. There's a fresh smell of cut grass and somebody's barbecue. It is a wonderful day today.
Here's a piece of writing by Leah called "Spring."
ReplyDeleteIt's spring. The ground is full of life and covered with green grass. There's a cold, chilly, breezy wind, with birds flying from their nests to bring their chicks some food. I hear the creak of the swings in the playground, balls hitting the ground, and splashing from the puddles. There's a fresh smell of cut grass and somebody's barbecue. It is a wonderful day today.