The Season of Trees
Jim Willcox
The trees in the spring are all brand new
They grow magnificent color that we never have seen
The trees in the summer are all now bloomed
They sit there still
‘til something happens new
The trees in the fall have changed their colors,
Until the colors fades and falls
The ground becomes snow where all the children can play
The trees are happy in a way
The trees in the winter are all sad and bare
They have no leaves or children that play
They sit there still till the next year comes
Standing there all alone
Playing in the Snow
Jim Willcox
One day the clouds became dark
Began to snow like it would never stop
The snow was as soft as a bunch of clouds
So I got in my gear and went outside
I started to make a beautiful man
This man was made of snow
But was broken by an evil man
I made a fort like a
Metal tank
Impregnable, I would say
The evil man was making a plan
So I snuck up like a hunter at work
And attacked suddenly
And won the game
My brother never tried again