an online journal of student writing
I see flowers. I hear dreams
Talking to me. I feel that weight
Is lifted off my shoulders when
I go to my secret place. I hear
Drums when my dad isnítí drumming.
At bedtime I color then I read.
When I am done my parents come
And tuck me in. Then I snuggle
Tight with my koalas and I
Go to sleep. I taste what I
Had for dinner. I wish I was
In Australia. I think what I am