Down Brandon memory lane 

On Monday, I find an abnormal leaf

All the edges were uneven,like a bumpy road of green

Little specks of yellow and brown dots.

On Tuesday, I walk into endless forests full of emerald green 

The trees danced in the wind, a fantasy to watch them

Animals looking for food in the wilderness.

On Wednesday, I saw a frog at a lake

Jumping around, looking for flies 

Tons of frogs hopping on lily pads.

On Thursday, I touched a old wooden statue 

The statue was in the shape of a old man carving wood 

You can see every detail of the man and his bright blue eyes.

On Friday, I smell freshly cut green grass 

Down the rec on the football fields 

Or at purple park surrounded by grass.

On Saturday, I hear children playing football

Parents shouting or cheering when they score 

And kids getting all muddy from falling over.

On Sunday, I dream of waking up at the bowling alley (Mr G’s)

Bowling with my friends, ordering coke and dinner

That would be the best day ever.