Falling

• Hannah Pretty, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2010

I step among,
The rocky cliff.
My imagination wonders with my thoughts.
I’m alone but I don’t want to be,
I imagine many friends along side me.
I am happy,
I am free.
To deep in my thoughts,
Not concentrating.
The rocks crumble beneath my feet
Suddenly, I’m falling,
Falling, falling,
Falling….