My Place In the World
My place,
My spot in this world,
Sitting in my chair,
At my yellow desk,
Looking over my plants,
My church,
And my home town,
Knitting needles left carelessly out,
A framed poem from my cousin,
An abacus with colorful beads,
A picture of my brother and I,
School papers and stories started are strewn across my desk,
Country music plays,
And an air conditioner hums in the background,
A globe from my uncle,
And a favorite hat sit on my desk as well,
Eighty-nine degrees at twenty minutes 'till eight pm,
It was a hot day,
I watch the trees barely fluttering in the wind across the street,
My cluttered desk,
Strewn with my papers,
And my room right next door,
My place in this world for now.
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2011
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