Pastures Green

• Sarah Ellett, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2007

I looked over the pastures green,
set eyes on a site never seen.
Rolling hills and a bright blue sky,
such happiness would never die.
But one day it did die out,
leaving me to wail and pout.
I stood there watching the trees fall,
the ones that were large yet even the small.
Clearing land without a care,
for the grasses that once stood there.
Then the air was full of smoke,
making me splutter and choke.
So now I know I'll never play,
through the trees taking all worrys away.
I'm hoping for them to cease their stay,
but still I stand there waiting today.