Dawson

 Dawson's poetry  Blowing Trees The trees are like a arching hill. The leaves blow in the freezing chill.

The Woods The woods were as quiet as mice. The mice were on diets on dice. The dice were on riots as ice.

Bees The bees buzzed on flowers, The bee went to the queen bee, The bee drank nector.

Birds Nest oh the birds are singing, In a nest of broken sticks, look what they are bringing, it's nutrition for there chicks.

Puppy I have a young puppy named Duddley, so small, so cute and so cuddley. He wasn't house trained, And some tempers were strained, His failing was that he was to puddley.

Ice Cream cold,creamy melts away quick like it is spring dessert

Winter snowy,cold sledding,skiing,skating wind,mountains,beaches,ocean swimming,diving,splashing sunny,hot Summer