Work of Art
I feel my mom pulling my hand dragging me through the line
I tell myself, this is the very last time.
I look at my sister next to my dad silently walking towards
the front of the gondola watching, waiting for open doors.
I reluctantly follow onto the gondola groggy from my sleep
I peer through the window nothing but fog all around me.
We rise, getting higher and higher lifting us above the clouds
I suck in my breath, seeing the true beauty of the town.
We get off the gondola, go up the stairs, Thump Thump Thump
our footsteps echoing deeply while I made the final jump.
Looking at the playground so silent and so meek
I let go of my breath letting my true feelings seep.
I run up the hill, sit on the swing, feeling the cool breeze
the light wind tickling my nose almost making me sneeze.
I look at the view my eyes open wide
at the marvelous mountains that so brilliantly shine.
By Lily Y.