Farm poem

Farm.

The farm is a memory of when we were young,
with lots of cow and sheep dung,
long grass and fresh air brings our family togerther and kids everywere.

There's a beautiful view of the beach,
Sometimes I wish I could put my hand out and reach.

The farm is like a huge green land,
You can walk down to the beach and get lots of sand.

The animals are big cute and always around,
Leaving presents all over the ground.

Every few years we go mushrooming,
Cooking it up with meat that is lean.

Every few years easter come's around,
Leaving easter eggs scattered all of the ground,
We have fun hunting for eggs,
Sometimes there are clues hanging by pegs.

Our farm seams very famous because of Mercedes Bend,
Where the path will lead us to were the farm may end.

By Anna and Ellie. (2006)