Poem- My Place

There is a place in the world,

With chip packets littering the trees,

I can see the footpath there,

But the footpath can’t see me-

My Place

There is a dusty, dirty creek,

Though once I could see to the bottom,

And there the birds will chirp and sing,

Though their song is long forgotten-

My Place

It sits nestled in the corner,

Of a main intersection,

Overgrown, a shadow of its former,

Requiring much protection-

My Place

So I sit and listen to the noise,

Of nature drowned out by cars,

But despite all I love it still,

Nothing else is on its par-

My Place