Same Old People

• Malena Ashton, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2017

i wake up every morning with a smile and a kiss,
i can smell bancon cooking and bird tweeting in tune.
i step out side into the glazing sun hot but not hot enough to burn.
small creeks,dirt road,tiny country school and same old people
skipping down the path throwing stones in the creeks with your best friends. cartwheeling in huge blocks of land and sing as loud as you can.
small creeks, dirt roads tiny county school and same old people