by Senia Villatoro, grade 7
Go inside the woods.
they will welcome you
Look at the beautiful things,
made just for you
so you can see
Listen carefully at the wind,
flowing through your ear
Whispering a
secret that you can only know
A cold breeze going through me like a fluffy cloud
Sitting down on a flat
surface rock
I grab my notebook
I start to draw the woods
I hear
noises behind me
Something is there and
I turn my back all the way around
My mom sneaks up on me
and it is time go home
Go inside the woods.
they will welcome you
Look at the beautiful things,
made just for you
so you can see
Listen carefully at the wind,
flowing through your ear
Whispering a
secret that you can only know
A cold breeze going through me like a fluffy cloud
Sitting down on a flat
surface rock
I grab my notebook
I start to draw the woods
I hear
noises behind me
Something is there and
I turn my back all the way around
My mom sneaks up on me
and it is time go home