A Walk Home
By: Ivee Slaughter
As I walked down the cold,grey sidewalk
Winter was approaching fast, the wind blew viciously against my back.
As I approached the park I heard the soft crunching of leaves.
As I looked to the sky to see if I should stay I saw big dark grey clouds
As I ran towards my house, it started to snow
I could almost taste the coldness of it as one hit my face
The smell of the winter air was frigid
As I made my way to the entrance of my home
I felt coldness of metal and it almost made me pull away
I turned the knob and the warmness of my house welcomed me
Home sweet home I thought and walked in
