A Week Away Poem by Rose Stern

I've boarded the bus,
And I'm looking out the window,
My bags are in the trailer,
Behind me.

I look out my window,
At the roaming fields of green grass,
And watch the horses graze in the distance,
I'm gonna miss my horse Flicka.

I'm gonna miss everything here.
It feels so strange leaving,
Going from the free, wild nature,
To the suffocating, crowded city.

I don't want to leave,
We had only a week away,
I don't want to leave,
But I can't stay.

-r.s