The Hills Hath Blowing

When you read this, you have to stand big and tall and make dramatic moves while you use your best English accent. Hannah was writing a sonnet for an assignment so Lydia decided to join her.

Her hair blows softly as she stands on a hill

watching the river below her feet.

All the streets are quiet as she just stands,

stands with not a care in the world.

Her thick, black curls blow in the wind

as she thinks quietly.