My poem--- Spring

Spring, the season of growth,

when farmers busily pick apples and limes

Spring, the season of warmth,

when lovers have the happiest of times

What I think an ideal class would be like

I think that everyone should mingle more with one another, not just hang out in their own groups of threes and fours. That way, we would be more comfortable with one another and conflicts could be avoided.

We should also not offend each other by calling each other names. That way, there would not be any displeasure among us.