Walking along a seaside beach
Breathing in the fresh salty air
Waves crashing
Some ocean water gets in my hair
But I don't care
Living in a castle like little girls dream of
Wearing fancy ballroom dresses
At dinner
Too many forks with which to eat
It's a treat
Sitting, gazing from a mountain's view
Clouds blowing into my face
Climbing down
What a lovely high-up scene
So natural and clean---
"Miss Jones! Have you been listening to a thing I have said?"
Guess no more daydreaming in social studies- maybe math instead.
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Poems
Thơ caFor those who enjoy a decent poem every once in a while Cover Photo by J. S.
