Thomas Judd, Grade 6
Give me the sand hills near the Valley of the Kings, where time and all of history breathes and sighs and sings.
Where mysteries lie buried so deep beneath the sand, where Samantha snorts so calmly while Grace perches on her stand.
Where a tent can be a castle and a plate can be a platter, where I can breed a camel and it wouldn’t seem to matter.
Where the sun will cast its shadows, a glow so pretty, no you wouldn’t get that in any big city.