My Magical Spot

Abigail Prucha, Staff Writer

It’s a big magical spot,

To let my soul be free,

Full of imagination,

And it’s all up to me

 

Having the ability to fly,

With my sister next to me,

Giggling our hearts out,

Till our tummies get sore

 

Hiding in the sneakiest spot,

To not get caught,

Then hear a footsteps behind me, 

So I flee

 

Climbing on top of the world,

Catching the sight on my whole world,

Standing up,

Feeling so powerful

 

It’s a big magical spot,

To let my soul be free,

Full of imagination,

And it’s all up to me