Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Another World

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.