Land Of Words

• Holly Bamess, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

Words create a picture in my mind,
That’s what I find.
What do you find in that maze of words?
Can you hear the whistling of the birds?
I can hear the rustle of the leaves,
and the birds and the trees.
It is such a beautiful place,
To take it in, you need to walk at a very slow pace.
I lie down and sigh a dreamy sigh,
This is the place where I want to die.
Too soon the words have ended and the place starts to fade,
As well as the spot where I have lain.
Although the words have ended the feeling is still with me,
I swear I can still hear the leaves and a buzzing bee,
That’s the thing about words- they lie and deceive you,
but I will go back, I always do…