My Special Place
Peter, 13My special place
I could see the sheep like on the hill like snow
Moving slowly in single file.
I can feel the dry grass poking me with spears
working their way into every bit of clothing.
I can hear the crickets playing their complex orchestra
Over and over again.
I can taste dry sticky dust in my mouth
Making me thirsty just looking at the lake.
I see the blue lake glittering in the sun as people kayak across the beautiful mirror image of the sky.