My best friend
Is my Quiet Place
Quiet Place is kind
Arms always open
Willing to give a hug to a sad,
Freckle Faced Harlee Fay
Quiet Place lives in the woods
Behind my house
Close enough for me to see
Shadows in the windows,
Waving arms,
From between the crack in the rock
But Quiet Place shuts out their noise
Quiet Place is always ready to listen
In Quiet Place's silent way
She asks,
"How was your day?"
"How did you do on your math test?"
"Those kids on the playground still giving you trouble?'"
Quiet Place cares
I tell Quiet Place everything
Because Quiet Place won't tell a soul
My words are sealed in Quiet Place's stone lips
And that's just the way I like it
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Freckle Faced Harlee Fay
PoetryA novel in verse written through the eyes of Harlee, a spirited young girl with a voice all her own. Harlee is living a life drifting between a weightless world of fantasy, and a reality she isn't yet ready to except. Soon, however, she'll have to...
