December

• Mia De Jong, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

I walk down by the river
And suddenly I get a cold shiver
So, I look up the river and I see a mysterious pillar
I saw the carvings and I started staring
off into the distance because I remembered
The sad times of December
I walked away but I will never forget
Or regret when we
Carved our names in the pillar