My Cub Scout Prize
By Charlotte A
I stare out of my window,
those cliffs that I climb.
I stare down the beach,
sea in which I dive.
I stare at the sun,
beams that hit my eyes.
I stare at you.
My Cub Scout Prize.
I stare out of my window,
those cliffs that I climb.
I stare down the beach,
sea in which I dive.
I stare at the sun,
beams that hit my eyes.
I stare at you.
My Cub Scout Prize.