Powerscourt - Alexander J.

People go there every day.

Overnight the foxes stay.

When the people are away

Even the deer come out and play.

Roses and all kinds of flowers bloom in Spring.

Sometimes the birds just start to sing.

Clouds go over, they are really nice.

On the lake, in Winter, there is ice.

Up in the sky, lots of birds fly.

Rain or shine it does not matter.

There is always fun, in any kind of weather.

By Alexander J. Age 7

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