June 7, 2010 by WITS Houston
[Photo by Jiro.h via Flickr]
As I lie in the soft grass,
Feeling the gentle breeze
I look up and watch
The puffed white clouds drifting in the air.
I group the softest clouds together
In my dream I see everything
Close to me.
I am in the middle of the road,
On the right side of me is Seattle
On the left side of me is Texas.
In the air
I smell the wild jasmine flowers.
I hear my best friend’s loud voice
Calling my name.
And in the blue sky
I spot my special memory of me.
Dreamily I hear my favorite music
Flowing through the air.
I wish this dream had never ended
But it did.
I opened my eyes slowly
A big smile on my face.
From now on, I thought,
This place is all to me.
Kirthy, 6th grade
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