PD. 6 Kat W.

I Remember Poem

            I remember going to see cows at the farm up the street, the way the pine trees walking up the road and how the flowers filled the air.  I remember the taste of apple juice my grandparents gave me like fresh apples picked from a tree.  The pig's touch was smooth and stiff like a stack of hay.  I remember seeing grass fields that went out really far and how the cars were always were out with the long legged bull.  Each time i recall this memory, i remember spending time with my grandfather, remembering the same leather jacket he would wear with the scratches all over it.  To one of the most special memories of my life.