A lizard walks over the desert floor.
The wind blows in light rushes
bending the creosote bushes.
The sky is blue,
the clouds, fluffy and white.
It is a day where I feel
everything is right.
How is your day going? I met with a group of seniors today, so I could hear the wonderful poems they are writing. This is always lots of fun for me. Can you write a poem about what the sky looks like in your part of the world? Enjoy.
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