Walkies

by Erin Ryan aged 10

Through the trees, through the breeze
I see the birds flying at ease
Along with my friends, along with my mum
Following south towards the sun
I see the clouds, I see the rain
Through the bluebells, a purple stain
I wish, oh I wish, there was no end
To what I adore and what I explore.

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