My backyard is made of a forest, untamed. In the corner hides a cove, covered by a tree, And branches, leaves flapping in the wind. Majestic, stand tall a gnarled, ancient plum tree, Close to stopping, bearing its juicy bounty. I like how it is, greasy with wildflowers scattered, The occasional stray cat, hummingbird, squirrel. Under the earthly soil crawls unseen bugs, spiders. From my perch by the window, the forest seems, Magical, for its plainness, and the broken fence, That lets anothers gardens plants and vines, Creep in, Spoiling on the sandy soil.
-Cindy, Sloat Elementary