Chopped

Olivia had a creative writing exercise today (basically she could write anything she wanted to), and here's the little poem she composed while sitting out on the upstairs deck off our school room.

Chopped

Right now the trees are all stripped and bare;

We watched all the workmen climbing up there

To cut and saw the branches away,

I remember it all, it happened yesterday.

The yard looks much tidier, I have to admit,

And some feel quite glad looking at it.

"How ugly and bare!"others will want to shout 

As for me, I can't wait till spring, when new shoots poke out.

Cute, eh?

~Katherine