Poem, my favorite place I've been
My favorite place iswhere the trees grow tall.
Behind a barn there is
a shallow creek full of rocks.
In the creek there are
the possiblities of discovery.
Behind the creek there is,
a prairie of grass where,
as a kid I would run and play.
Past the grass there is
a forest ready to be a place to play.
In the forest,
you might find some arrowheads,
from Native Americans long dead.
Through that land,
is my favorite place.
Labels: favorite place, poem
posted by Larka Hiwatari @ 10:06 AM
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