Writers Workshop

For our last class periods with Dr. Peterson we had a writer's work shop experience. Here is the book I wrote and published!

I’m hidden underneath the leaves that fell last fall. No longer do they shout for everyone to notice their bold and vibrant colors. Grey as the sky they squish when people pass, a sad murmur compared to the crunching and rustling that filled the air some months ago.

I’m silent and still, no sound escapes my skin. Safe from squirrels and birds, I’m waiting, longing, and resting; dreaming of my secret purpose.

Thoughts fill my mind of warm days to come, bright sun and warm air.

Snow has fallen and melted, fallen and melted, making me worry that it would never be warm. You can no longer tell where last fall’s leaves stop and the soil starts.

The warmth of the sun increases and my body swells as it soaks up the moisture around me.

Roots and leaves come first. I stretch and sigh, finally sharing my secret:

I'm becoming a plant!