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Brown fields
All the branches look dead
And no grapes are on the vines.
A miracle starts to happen
Leaves appear and little clusters of grapes.
When I get hot I eat grapes.
But I wash how many I am going to eat.
The juice squirts all over the place.
The grapes are picked and
Shipped around the world.
The leaves are turning yellow,
Green, and orange.
In the brown fields
The leaves are falling to the ground.
Poem written by Tyeson Grade 5
Poem inspired by In My Mother's House by Ann Nolan Clark
Alta Elementary School
Reedley, CA-- May 2000 AmericaQuest Art by Tyeson
