Ally Wood

The Waiting Place

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

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about The Waiting Place by Ally Wood

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?