As I sit upon a rock

As I sit upon a rock
in my favorite sitting spot,
birds call and children play
but I am oblivious to them
as my soul is whisked away.
Wood smoke curls through the air,
I feel winter’s icy stare,
but on this day I do not care.

by my 11-year-old niece

And thanks to my brother in Anchorage suggesting I try some hot cocoa, I may actually get a few more hours of sleep.

12 February 2005 · 05:57:41

3 love notes

excellent!

love, Lynne at 12feb05, 07:48:14

ohmygoodness - always knew the girl was brilliant but - dang! Great poem!

love, klondike.kate at 12feb05, 15:49:34

What a beautiful poem. Your niece has the heart of a writer!

love, rory at 13feb05, 18:15:44

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