One Slow Winters Breeze

• Sam Brownlow, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

One Slow Winters Breeze
One slow Winters breeze I get up on my shaking knees.
I go up and dressed and to go through the park to the cold river stream.
Ducks, Swans and frogs every body will see.
Birds chirping slowly, Black, white, blue and red.
Makes me want to go to bed.
I walk slowly out of the river, through the park.
I walk back home.
Going to my bedroom.
I get on my bed in the cold Winters breeze and go to bed.