My backyard

• Renee Simpson, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2005

My back yard is where I play,
I go out there at the end of every day.
On my trampoline I bounce so high,
I pretend that I can touch the sky.
With my bike I ride so fast,
I wish so much the afternoon would last.
At the creek I throw the ducks some bread,
And after that I pat the horses on the head.
My cat loves to follow down the path,
Then runs home, it makes me laugh.
The cows stand quietly chewing their cud,
And the calves have fun playing in the mud.
When mum yells out to come home,
I look around and I’m all alone.
With the sun setting, just the way it should,
I’m so glad that my back yard is so good.