My Window Poem

My Window Poem

I see the sun bright and hot in the sky. 

I see blue sky and white clouds all over the place. 

I see the crane carrying the cut tree to the truck.

I see the man inside the back of the truck.

I see the man cutting the tree with a chainsaw.

I see the wood chipper cutting up the tree limbs.

I see the big orange cones to keep the kids away.

I see the grass so dry and begging for water.

By: Ralph