the hill

Squelch

Squelch

Squelch

Goes the wet washed-out mud as the rain rips through the rundown leaves.

It runs down the huge husky mountain as it weaves leaf to leaf.

Logs on logs everywhere you look it’s like an illustration in a book.

The rain won’t stop it just keeps running like a clock.

The grass swishes in the wind like a broom it is so fast it came so soon.

The mud is so brown it’s like chocolate.

The sunset is so yellow like the inside pollen of a flower

The rain drops get bigger as does the moon aswell

The sky is now so black like a tree stump its like a snack.