Ellie's poem

A poem by Ellie...


The View

Though the concrete lay cracked,

The view out of my window lay as smooth as silk,

These puddles so wet, mud so muddy,

That mountain so high yet so clear,

Even at the pitch of night,

Each wave that crashes along the shore,

Reminds me of my trips to the sea when I was five,

I left that all behind,

But this week, it came back to me, that memory of mine...