Leaving

• Jasmn Truscott, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

LOOKING OUT MY CAR WINDOW, AS I LEAVE MY HOUSE,
ON WARDS TO GAWLER,
I FEEL AS SMALL AS A MOUSE.
LOOKING OUT MY CAR WINDOW, LEAVING MY FRIENDS,
I’LL HAVE TO MAKE NEW ONES PROBERLY SUCK UP TO THEM!
I WONDER WHAT IT’LL BE LIKE LIVING IN THE NEW,
NEW FRIENDS, NEW HOUSE,
NEW ME, NEW YOU!
AS I LEAVE MY SMALL TOWN I WONDER,
HOW WILL I LIVE, I HAVE SO MANY BUTTERFLYS. OH NO, WE ARE HERE!