I See, I Hear, I Feel

I See, I Hear, I Feel

By IM

I smell the

fresh grass

and the flowers

I feel the soft

grass and the

breeze in my

hair

I hear a train

and the birds

singing

I see the

baby blue sky

I see the trees

in the woods

I see a

shiny silver fence

I hear the

squirrels calling their

friends

I feel the hard

concrete from

from my legs

I hear the

leaves rustling

in the breeze

I feel the poky

wood chips on my

feet sometimes

I hear the swings

creaking

I hear the kids playing

I hear the crunching

of the wood chips

when I walk