Never Alone

• Annabel Smith, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2011

The icy winds brush past my face
The coldness of it all trickles up my spine
i am sitting lonely without a whisper
No roof over my head or wealth in my hands
Nor a jumper to keep me warm
I am not coping well through my time in this wide wide world
Forgetting that i have all i want right here and that is friends