a poem

by Mabel

How sweet is it
to lie on the grass
on a cool summer day
and look at the birds glide
in the bright morning sky.

How fun is it
to pick red and ripe
strawberries
and lie in the grass
and eat them.

How sweet it is to make
vanilla ice cream
on a hot
summer day.
How sweet it is to drink
hot chocolate
on a cold winter morning.