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Brown fields
With trees and grass.
Trees that we see through
Because they have no leaves.
The sun comes out
A little more each day.
The trees open their flowers
They look like pink and white stars..
Green fields
With trees and grass.
Trees that we can't see through
Because of all the leaves.
They are growing in the fields
Growing fruits
Plums, peaches, nectarines.
Fruits that are green hard rocks.
Rocks that drink water
from the trees.
Trees that drink water
from the ground.
Rocks that grow big, soft, juicy
on the trees
in the sun.
We make juice
from the fruits.
We eat them.
We make jam,
pies, fruit leather
All from the trees
in the brown fields.
Brown fields,
Brown trees
Orange, yellow, red leaves.
Leaves that fall
Flies, twists,
And plays with the wind
Down to the ground.
The trees are bald.
The wind blows fog.
And quiet into the sky,
Into the trees,
Into the brown fields.
Poem written by Marshall Grade 2
Poem inspired by In My Mother's House by
Ann Nolan Clark
Alta Elementary School
Reedley, CA
-- May 17 2000