My Special Place

February 14, 2009
By Lynn Katz BRONZE, Evansville, Wisconsin
Lynn Katz BRONZE, Evansville, Wisconsin
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When I am sad or lonely,
I go to my special place.
As I walk,
The trees open their giant arms,
Welcoming me.
Rain falls from the sky,
Gently kissing my skin.
I stop and think.
Coyotes howl,
Birds sing,
Creating a beautiful melody.
As I turn to leave,
Leaves rustle in the breeze.
I shiver.
The wind tickles my cheeks as if to say,
"Come back soon!!"
Then, I leave my special place,
My feet making footprints
In the heart of the damp earth.
I step out of the woods,
Knowing that the next time I need it,
It will be there,
Waiting for me.
Welcoming me back into open arms.

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