A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
My Place
My Place
By Miski Mohamed
My place is a
tree
that’s where I
read
that’s where I
play
in the day
My place is a
tree
that’s where leaves
flee
that’s where I have a
blast
And in the
past
that’s where I
cry
that’s where I
try
My place is a
tree
And
That’s
Me.