This is my poem about my special place.But the name of the poem is when i think of peace because my special place brings out lots of peace try and guess my special pace.
When i think of peace,
I think of a place where i can sit and relax,
It brings out the side of me thats mellow,
As i roll around in the sheets of yellow,
As im in my place,
A place that none else can say I have that,
As i hug a small soft stuffed stegosaurus,
It feels like im sleeping in the clouds,
A place i can dream,
As I pat tiger,
Feeling his coat of fire,
I inhale the the typical sense of fabric softener,
I say to myself,
This is my special place,
Evening Billie Jean.
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing your bed is your special place. I specially love the line...feeling his coat of fire. Describes a tigers coat of orange beauitfully.
Tineka