My Backyard

• Andrew Chan, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

My Backyard
Summer has come.
The heat is unbearable.
burning my skin as I sit on my beach chair,
sipping my ice cold drink.

It’s autumn.
The cool weather blows in.
I slip on a thicker coat as
I watch as orange and brown drift down from the trees.

Cruel winter has arrived.
The stinging, chilly winds have come.
I put on a warmer coat still
as I watch trees bare their leaves.

Spring is here!
The warmth is welcoming.
I watch in fascination as the flowers bloom
in my backyard.