Backyard

• Caroline Tamayose, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2003

A peaceful wisp of air
gently strokes my arm.
Beaming sun lights touch
patches of grass.
Birds chirping gleefully,
singing to one another.

Opening one eye, then the next eye,
my ball still loyally stuck at my side.
My toes start to burn.
Scooting a little to the left,
I find serenity.
I stare into space,
catching a dog in the sky.
On my back, nothing but cushion.
Drifting off yet again
by the comforts of home.

Here, I'm free.
Watch me jump,
watch me run,
watch me skip,
watch me fly!
Anhother cool wind
trickles by my face.
A smile breaks out,
no one can interrupt me.
I'm in my backyard.