Description: I have three sisters, so this poem kind of symbolizes the way we would have been when we were younger if we grew up in a place where imaginations can run wild. We grew up in the city, but we still had large imaginations. This poem is about three sisters who play together, dance, and imagine anything they want.
Secret Place -------------------------------------------
Meet me in our secret place
Meet me in our hiding spot
Where we can trace
Our wildest thoughts
Meet me in our secret place
All the way out by the old oak tree
With a sack of old, silky lace
To cover our faces by that tree
Meet me in our secret place
That place where our imaginations flow
To worlds we never knew we could see face to face
Worlds where the light seems like it forever glows
Our secret place is where we’ll go
So we can dance in the moonlit snow
Together, and hand in hand
My sisters and I will dance
Meet me in our secret place
Where joy will stand above that willowy oak
We’ll dress up in our secret place
Long, elegant dresses and short, woolly cloaks
We’ll live forever in that secret place
You and I, we will
We’ll grow old in that secret place
Until our imaginations still
Meet me in our secret place
Meet me in our hiding spot
Where we can trace
Our wildest thoughts
I think it's marvelous! Me and my sister did grow up in a place where our imaginations could just go insane...and they often did.
"Meet me in our secret place
That place where our imaginations flow
To worlds we never knew we could see face to face
Worlds where the light seems like it forever glows"
It sounds just like something from my childhood...
Submission Name: Secret Place
