Poem

I sit in the field,
where the dandelions grow.
I watch the bees buzzing around,
dancing to and fro.

I hear the train whistle blowing,
it's coming up the tracks.
If I ever get out of this town,
I ain't never coming back.

This place hasn't ever been peaceful,
and this house is not a home.
I have always felt unsettled here,
unhappy and alone.

When I met you it got better,
but half decent still ain't great.
I'd like to run away with you,
and find our happy place.

It would be sunny,
it would have rain.
It would have mountains,
it would have plains.

We would stay there forever,
until our days were done.
Come with me, let's run away,
to our island in the sun.


Written by Alyssa Danielle Irvine