The Valley by Emily T.

In the field sagging low, I sit all day.
I wait patiently for the children to come running,
Running through the gate from the playground.
The kids roll snowballs into my depths.
In the winter I look like a fold in a warm white towel,
but really the snow chills me.
In the spring I become a shallow sea,
as the children pirates play with me.
They call me the valley, the scoop, or the dip.
They run all around till recess is over,
but me, I just sit even when the day has come
to an end.

Topic: Persona Poem ~ revised March 1, 2010