summer writing camp en "A Poem for the End of Summer" <p>All the cracks swerve up the<br>tree making it look old and<br>realistic. Its small leaves swaying<br>and shriveling in the hot sun. When<br>I look at the tip of the tree, the leaves<br>are tiny green dots, but up close I can see veins<br>running down each<br>and every leaf. The sun shines<br>through the leaves creating spots<br>and dots of sun on the grassy ground.<br>One branch multiplying into another<br>creating fractals and patterns of<br>all sorts. You can imagine<br>the root extending into the ground<br>making the tree stable and balanced.</p> Mon, 26 Aug 2013 12:05:00 +0000 Brenna O'Connor 6936 at "A Poem for the End of Summer"