by Avery M., Miller Middle School
As we drive past the cows,
As we drive past the plows,
The horses and the goats,
I imagine my life on a farm,
I can imagine the fresh breeze,
And the buzz of busy bees,
But when I get home,
I can feel the breeze,
And the flowers are buzzing with bees,
And I remember,
I already have everything I need.