Choices, Fears*
Choices, Fears Choices, fears, like rolling hills, melt away at the scents and feels of nature around me. Gurgle. The splashing brook washes worries away. And here is me, too shy to say this, wondering, pondering, why is there life? This park path was made for me, I know, I feel, I wonder. *Gretchen W., BPS 64, grade 3
Sherry Robbins 