Day Dream
Sitting in the classroom listening to the teacher's lecture that day, I hear bird a behind me and the teacher Fades away, I'm sitting upon a hill leaning against a big oak tree with my favorite book setting upon my knee, I set the book beside me and beauty is what I see down the hill across the valley as far as I can see, a gentle breeze and the smell of flowers what a place to be, I hear a loud sound that startled me, I open my eyes and who do I see the teacher standing over me, I don't know where you were, but next time please take me.
By: Nathan Stanford & Cassidy Stanford
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