Journey
Jamming our backpacks and running to the car,
Out on the plains dandelions afar.
Up on the hills a beautiful view, ugh! I stepped on some mud ew!
Roses and rock cresses all around,
Nightfall is nearing as the sun goes down.
Everything’s dark and there’s a mysterious feel, to be honest it’s not a big deal.
Yup… it’s morning we have to go home, Oww! Who threw that stone?
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Journey
A beautiful poem with a good context. Congrats . Keep it up.