Journal Five
Our garden
is beautiful like a land
Green grass
flower smell fresh.
The place
garden is like in paradise.
The red
romaine lettuce is happy
Like a baby
smile.
The cabbage
feels sad like a flower
We did not water.
Our plant
grows tall like a tree.
Our plant
collaborates to grow all together.
The sun rise
to the garden,
And the
garden rise up and sing a song.
Turnip and rutabaga
almost the same
Make me
almost can not distinguish it.
Arugula
spicy like hot pepper,
And bitter like pill medicine.
Rutabaga big just is ball
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