Grade 6

Brentwood Bay
British Columbia

Two Wishes, One Poem


isn’t it good to be

laying on a comfortable bed


eating soup made by my mom

oh how I wish I could be

out in the wild, seeing things I would never be able to see if I was sequestered in my house

but even so, I am

trapped inside a room with everything I could possibly need

I would rather be

feeling the thrill and difficulty of surviving in the outside world

instead of

being at home

the only thing I want is