Although she is getting old, she still mows the lawns twice a week.
Her skin is wrinkly and tanned like an Autumn leaf.
Even her shiny brown hair on her head glistened in the sun.
Her dark brown eyes like a brown birds nest.
Even her face was wrinkly like waves with her tanned skin and the streams of short hair escaping from the nostrils.
At night she wears a sunset colored nightgown with splashes of color.
Nobody could ever change what she likes.
By William Chamberlain
