Watching

• Bailey Jacka, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2008

As my shoes turn wet by the cold, wet grass
I watch the raindrops fall from trees
A bear crawls into a cave
It is exhausted from moving.
Animals hunting for their prey
Other animals hibernating
Tree leaves moving by the wind
Some trees have leaves, others don’t.
Baby animals sleeping
Other baby animals playing
Rivers flowing across the stream
My shoes are soaked from the grass.
I see two animals fighting
No one knows who’ll win
I will come back home
Once I’ve finished camping.