My Little Cottage

I always like to sit in my corner and imagine. 

I imagine a little cottage in the middle of the woods, just waiting

 to be found. And when I step inside, the lovely aroma of the hearth welcomes me in. 

I picture a little room with a desk, and an open window with the sun shining through. As I peer out the window, I see a wonderful stream, with fish in it.

I imagine sitting at the desk, and wishing that I would never have to leave the little cottage. But as my mom calls me for dinner, I venture through the woods, and back to the real world.


Tegan Miller
Grade 5
Killington Elementary School
 
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Ms. Gormly

VT

YWP Instructor

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