Favourite places

Maybe it’s a tree with winter snow

Or green leaves in the summertime

Branches for swinging and pulling on

And seeing how high you can climb.

Maybe it’s a beach with yellow sand

And waves that splash on the shore

Boats you can wave to as they go by

And a brighter sun than before.

Maybe it’s a garden with grass and trees

And a path that winds all around

A swing and a sandpit for you to use

And flowers all over the ground.

Maybe it’s your kitchen, warm and safe

Where everyone meets each day

They cook and eat and laugh and chat

And share all that happened today.

Maybe yours is different from all these

A shop or a train or a zoo.

All that you need in a favourite place

Is that it is perfect for you.

Gillian Craig