Spanish Moss By: Evelyn Leary

Spanish Moss
By: Evelyn Leary

 

You hang from the trees

And watch me.

With your long gray beard

You look wise

And old,

And I want to tell you my secrets.

The trees you hang from

Are aged,

Well-versed in the meaning of life,

Holding endless tales of childhood

Long forgotten.

As I climb your home,

You brush against me,

As if you're a kitten

Saying hello.

So as I see you hang

I can’t help but question,

What secrets do you hold?

 

Bio:
Evelyn Leary is a ten-year-old resident of Winter Garden, Florida. She dreams of becoming a published author and national park ranger. When she’s not writing, she loves reading, drawing, ice skating, and playing with her friends.