Journey - Little Authors - Poems - Saina Hooda


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? 

By Saina Handoo

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