Going out

• Joseph Steele, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2003

I'm going out from my birth,
To see the place called earth.
When I look way up high,
I will see what they call the sky.

I'm going out from my home,
To go be out on my own.
I can't wait to see the faces,
Of all the people in different places.

I'm going out from this earth,
Away from the place I've been birthed.
To go to the place that is unknown,
To a new place I will call home.