My Window Poem

My Window Poem

I see the blue sky and a puff of cloud.

I see thick white clouds and a few green leaves and the tip of a crane.

I see a red crane carrying a piece of tree up, up, up.

I see a man working on the crane.

I see the three orange cones with tape so we know to stay away.

I see the dry grass on the ground and the concrete near our class.

By Abim