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Grasslands
February 2, 2015
I love the white cotton and the bright green grass
It tickles our pale faces as we roll and fumble
The barn and pasture near it are old,
but to us they are a miracle.
Suddenly, it starts to rain
The rumble of thunder scares us so we run to shelter
At daybreak I am out
The sun is shinging through the clouds
The look on my face cannot be told
My smile is like a mile wide
I feel like all my friends are here
The flowers, cotton, sun, and the grass
I've got all the friends I need.
© Jordan K., Oxford, GA
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I wrote this piece for a poetry project. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I procrastinated until I finally decided to sit down and do it. I ran upstairs to show my double english minor mother what I had done. She looked at me and smiled. I knew that I had done a good job.