Ally Wood


The Waiting Place - Poem by Ally Wood

There is a place where I will go
that sits and sits and never goes
I always and relax under the bungalow
my place is a secert that nobody knows

during the winter during the summer
rain or shine snow or sleet
where I can play, eat, or slumber
where I can play in puddles and splash my feet

where I can cry, smile, or fume
when autumn comes i race around
where im happy and there never is doom
where im always nice, safe, and sound

i love that place with all my heart
it is my safety, warmth, and joy
then they came and tore it apart
now i cry with my one stuffed toy

my waiting place has been pulled out
it has been to quickily torn away from me
now all i can do is sit and pout
i feel some you you will never see


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011


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