The Place Love

The Place Love

Some Days, when I feel, you

Need to get away, so I go to my happy place.

It's a place where I go to lay in bed, and think of my favorite things.

I sit and watch the colorful sky, and think, of

The setting sun.

When I picture myself, hiking up a mountain of goals,

and I see myself reach the top, I know

I have conquered my fear, and I can fall asleep.


Tegan Miller
Grade 5, KES
Age 10

 
M

Ms. Gormly

VT

YWP Instructor

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