Call me William Wordsworth

For my English Literature class the overlying theme is landscape through literature.  We have been reading poems on nature and my professor had us compose poems of our own.  I think the last poem I wrote was in 8th grade.  Don't hate.  

A View From the Coach

Out the window is seen beauty more than flowers and trees

Grass is changed only by the color of the seasons

Long and flowing in the wind

Sheep live long and clip the grass

 

Trees off in the distance still have their leaves

They are of’t drowned out by other elements

Just waiting to be seen and slept under

Trees that grow so high the clouds seem low

 

The brook is calm not moved by any rock

Slithers through the scene as a snake           

The water brings life to all the earth

Nature around it springs up with life

 

Beautiful white clouds fill all the air

Draped across the pale blue sky

No sign of rain can be seen for miles

Clouds so low they can be caught with a net

 

The scene seems so untouched by man

Back in time air it being identical

Just off the road for all to view

Only one could create this vision