My Special place
by Bethany Etheriedge 8
My special place is my secret place
It smells like wet dog and wet cat
I see the bright sun as it beats down on my chest
I hear the birds when they sing to God
I feel the wind as it cools me off
I hear the crinkle, crackle and crunch as the leaves hit my special place
I feel the wood as I arrive
I watch the trees dance for Jesus
I see the green grass as the wind picks it one by one
I see God everyday at my special place, I can’t believe He made this
I hear the springs on the trampoline… creek, creek
I see my house as it makes faces at me and I always laugh and make some back
I hear the dogs bark like this: ruff, ruff as they play together
Thats why I love my special place.
Can you guess what it is?
