Saturday my mom put me in the car
seat next to the window
like never before,
chubby brother's cheek on my shoulder.
Two hours and that was it
gorge green field and
a cottage in the scenery.
He kicked too hard the ball
that rolled down the hill
so our dad went to
take it back.
YOU ARE READING
He was walking in a forest
Puisia collections of poems, about nature, calmness and tranquillity. This is a collection of poems about wanting to travel the world, finding your safe space embedded by boundless nature but also about finding the truth about yourself and kind but tragi...
