Riley Westling

The four seasons

By Riley Westling
Richmond Middle School, Grade 7

Spring is loud; all you hear are birds
The squish-squashing of boots in mud
The wind blowing in the trees
Children laughing as they look for Easter eggs.
But what I love most of all are the plants
The little green buds sprouting out of branches
Tulips and daffodils jumping out of the ground
Little blades of green grass
cutting through the snow
as the snow melts
creating mud
fun for the children and disaster for adults.
What fun!
Summer is my favorite season.
The warm sun beating down on you
the river bubbling down the hill
the splashing of the pond
flowers and vegetables galore
and no school!
Autumn is very brown
the leaves are turning colors
the air is getting cooler.
You can start to smell that warm smell of smoke
from the chimneys of the houses, see
children dressing up and saying “trick or treat!”
warm squash soup fresh from the garden
harvest moon.
Winter is exciting!

Accident

The car, was going fast,
and the driver was tired.
Too tired.
So tired he was asleep.
They were both asleep,
and neither of them knew,
What was about to happen.
The car skidded.
More like flew, across the road,
The flying piece of iron,
Hit a tree, and the tree was big,
Too big.
The sound was loud.
The crashing of metal,
The crack of wood.
Sparks were flying, the fire had started,
Sirens and flashing lights,
Swarmed onto the scene, trying.
Trying to save two loved ones,
that were about to be lost.
But it was late.
Too late.
Two people died that day.
An uncle, brother, son, and soon to be father,
A grandfather, a dad, a husband, a loved one.
Although we are still recovering,
Things are better.
We will live through