When I walk in the woods
by Aurelie, aged 8.
When I walk in the woods I
want to see hedgehogs curled up in little spikey balls, I want
to hear birds twittering in the trees
When I go to the beach I want to
Watch fish darting about in the shallows
I want to observe ghostly white
Seagulls swooping overhead. I want to feel
the gentle breeze on my face. When I walk in
the hazy green fields I want to see baby
rabbits hopping around. When I look up
in to the face of the bright blue sky I
want to see towering trees reaching up
to touch it. But this is not what I see.
When I walk in the woods I see ugly plastic
bottles lying under bushes, buried under grass.
When I go to the beach I see rusty tin cans
and sharp bits of broken glass. When I
walk in the fields I see discarded plastic
bags floating around and choking new growth.
This is not what I want to see.