At school, sometimes
I look out the window
And see the sun rise
And nothing is stirring
For winter is here with its cold, bitter wind
Not a bird is in sight
All is still and peaceful
Then I must get back to work

 

Then I look again
And see not snow but green as far as the eye can see
The scenery a painting of great skill
It is beautiful
The birds sing yet again
Then I must
Return to class work
With the picture in my mind

Here’s my class blog

And here is where I got my photos (they was under the flickr search engine)