Window View
by Hannah

I look out the window at the people down below

Walking, biking, driving, going to and fro.

There are people wearing dresses, there are people wearing skirts.

There are people wearing pants, there are people wearing shirts.

There are people wearing shoes, there are people wearing socks.

There are people daydreaming, going up and down the blocks.

I see people in the morning, I see people at noon.

I see people in the evening, it is my bedtime soon.

There are no people out now because the day is done.

But anytime I look for people I never see just one.

Tired is my body, tired is my head.

So let me end my poem here and let me go to bed!!!