The breezy Hills
As I walked to the hills
Near where there were wind mills
We sped up as a dog chased us
When we saw a broken down bus
Boring, I thought
Thank goodness I brought my coat
I shouldn’t have come here
Anyway it was near
As we reached the hills
And that too the breezy hills
I felt like an ice
My mom brought some apple pies
We sat down in the grass
On the icy cold grass
Dad brought the firewood
And I wore my chain made out of
sandal wood
As the fire burned
I turned
Mary ran to me
And meowed and purred near me
Now I could see the stars
Tiny twinkling silver stars
Suddenly everything started
changing
Walls surrounded me
I felt cozy and warm
Looking very charm
I looked everywhere
To see everybody sleeping peacefully
But I never ever will forget
My lovely day on breezy hills
By Sahla Navaz
VI Grade, IIPS,
Riyadh
