A Poem about how nature changes. By Frida
With a single water drop that twinkles in the dawn,
Where a single bird calls from high in the tree,
And frost covers the ground,
The wind howls a song into the cool night air.
A soft blow picks up the clouds and batters them far to the north.
A deer walks past and leaves fresh tracks,
A small baby deer bounces behind and bonks into his mother.
She grunts and walks a little faster.
Its close to winter now so the deer are traveling the chipmunks are Finding nuts and the birds are flying.
After a long snowy winter the first bird calls and that seems to wake Everything up the chipmunks yawn their cute little yawns. a goose Is back thats meaning the birds are flying back, the deer are back Grazing on sweet summer grass and the chickadees are going " Chickadee dee dee " as the moose fall asleep,
The wolves are Tired and hungry as they try to hunt and the stags Are showing off. The small young fawn is now a stag and has a group of girl deer. They follow him up into the vast and vanish from sight. His mother Calls and stumbles down till she is under a tree. A hawk comes Flying over head and follows a hare that hides. I hope that when the Winter comes the birds will fly and the deer will make their Migration, and the chipmunks will hibernate again.
The End.
