Amazing Kids! Magazine

My Favorite Place to Be

By Allison Stein, Age 13, Michigan

 

A day outside on the swings
My heart just flies
And a snowflake sings
I close my eyes

Think about the snow that got in my shoe
The blustery days in the atmosphere
The sharp gusts of wind that blew
I feel the start of a tear

And I try to blink
Away the past
Because it hurts to think
About what thoughts came to me last:

There is no longer a spot for me
Because the swings were my favorite place to be