Poetry

In the tall tall grass
As i stand in the tall tall grass i think of ways to stop the mower
As i stand in the tall tall grass i find im grim to think of the grass any lower
We could keep it long till a forest grows and wild flowers sprout
Or dig a littel pond with a bunch of littel trout                 
As i stand here with the world buzzing with life around me
I think we could have some animals living hear for people to see
As i stand in the tall tall grass i beg you please mower
Don't make the grass a littel lower 
-MADDIE MILLER