Here is our first poem as a class!

In the Romping Rodeo Ring of 2B English:
or To Look into the aah...

Inevitable change, twisting like the breeze,
the autumn leaves fall swiftly from the trees,
and the colors of fall emerge.
The sky, turning purple and following overhead,
collides into the ocean.
"I hate rain," she spoke words like tainted glass,
"And there is a worm in my apple.
And sailing is fun, too."
Beneath the gray, shadowy figure was white:
the winter snow covered the small cabin.
She had eyes the color of the ocean on a stormy day,
"Summer was nice; but it ended too soon."
I hope this poem is fourteen lines (oops).
Summer feels so far away.
I hope this poem is fourteen lines (oops).