Missing Violets

• Jaz Lawes, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2015

Whoosh! Swoosh! fiercely goes the wind!
On the violets with in,
The violets are swinging like monkeys though the air!
I'm sitting on the hill
Quiet and still
I'm thinking with hope
I miss him so much
I'm wanting to mope
I cry when I think about him
I miss you dad
Till the bottom with in.