Beautiful red-orange poppies
looking over the valley.
Huge trees sway in the wind,
watching, always watching.
One house, solid, waiting
Everything is moving slowly,
all calm and quiet.
Even people,
almost in a trance.
They sway and walk,
sway and walk
The people,
just objects,
swaying in the breeze.
They pick the poppies,
lay down,
sway, sway.
Relax, relax.
Sway, sway,
sway in dreams.
By Reese, 4th grade
[photo by surfingjoe via flickr]
