For this activity I had to write a poem about what I see at the end of my driveway.
At the end of my Driveway.
At the end of my driveway the farming begins.
At the end of my driveway the lambs are sleeping.
Cars drive past the trees and cows.
Big machinery drives by every now and then.
As spring begins baby animals start appearing.
As milking starts it quickly finishes.
When Autumn starts cows walk by our house for winter feed.