Highschool Poetry

Василёво (Vasilevo)

The waves of oceans
The peaks of mountains
The sand of desserts,
All that will never
Compare to my home.

My home is Russia
With birds and birches,
And endless fields
Each in a different,
Gorgeous shade of green.

And then the rivers,
Little shiny streams,
With soft calm water,
And underground springs
Hidden here and there.

Forests full of pines,
Soothing rustling leaves,
Berries to be picked,
Mushrooms to be picked,
Moss covers the ground.

And then the village
Of course! The people,
Wooden cottages,
Dirt roads, no cars, dogs,
Gardens with fresh food.

Around seven
During the evening
The cows come back home,
Cup of fresh warm milk
On a wooden bench.

The fresh air, the peace,
The nature, the trees,
The quiet, the wind,
The sun, the sky, the clouds

What more could I ask?


--12th grade