Here I sit on a rock in the woods
On a fine spring day
With the brook bubbling below
And the pine needles falling silently
I am a fearless explorer
I’ve been here for many weeks
With only a jar of water
And some stale bread
My bare feet sinking into star moss
My jeans held up by a rope
I am an adventurer
I will discover things
Wonderful things in the woods
Nothing can stop me…
“Amy, it’s time for lunch!”
My mother calls.
Todays best new poem was written by Amy Duncan.
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