Written by my daughter, Grace.
Another World
By: Grace Barnett
The trees are tall; the ground is bare
If I got lost, I wouldn’t care.
It’s peaceful here; and so serene
The stream is running, clear and clean.
The deepest valleys; the highest hill
An odd shaped boulder, an outdoor thrill.
Following signs along the way
They show the path; we will not stray.
Naming bushes, trees, and flowers
Above a red oak hovers and towers.
Walking around a stream-edged bend
We’re coming closer to the end.
I see the world; it’s so corroded
Not like in here; it’s peaceful, I noted.
I will come back; I love this place
But now we must leave, and get back in life’s race.
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