Elizabeth Wallace Poem by joshua treece

I set here looking around in class
Then she walks in and catches my eye
every time I see her.

Her curly hair so neatly laid
Like it was just right
Never having to do
Anything to it to fix it.

When I see her eyes
I think of the sky
On a sunny clear day
When the sky is so every blue.

When I see her eyes I think of the
Sparkling stars in the night
They shine so bright and full
Of life.

When I hear her voice
It sounds like birds chirping
On a nice day in the middle of spring.

I set here looking around in class
Then she walks in and catches my eye
every time I see her.