Green Mountain Tales
By Izzy Gieder
I look out onto the pond, at the ducks happily swimming, at the frogs hopping from rock to rock and at the people kayaking. I hear the crickets and birds, as the sun just barely peeks through the mountains. The sky is a beautiful display of red, orange, pink and yellow. I wish I could stay, look at it forever, but I must carry on with the day that awaits me.
