The Day Poem by Erica Buxton

Sunshine shinning, leaves blowing in the wind.
Twigs snapping, and children playing in the sand.
Sitting on the front porch and waiting till the day.
Till the day that the wind picks me up and carries me away.
Carries me away to a better, more happier place.
Where the calamity is like a slap in the face.
Away from all of the troublesome worries of everyday life, where you can feel invincible and alive.
I'm waiting for that day with a glimmer in my eye.
I'm waiting for those white wings to scoop me up and carry me.