The Quiet Hill

by Shawna Stromberg
Grade 5
IDDS

The quiet hill

green grass, brown trees

birds chirping, wind blowing

What I love to do.  Sit back

relax, sun shining in my eyes.

Cars passing by every three minutes

a wonderful song

made out of everyday things

Night fall, the worst part

wind stopped, birds quiet

grasshoppers not hopping

moon shining bright

less cars now,

the song stopped.