My Honey Bee :3

My Honey Bee :3

The head navigates to pollen paradise.

The thorax shakes the wings.

The abdomen stings my hand.

The wind is drifting the bee to safety.

By Isabella

my special place:)

             My special place

Just before home,         

Past swaying purple flower bush and a round- a- bout, the uneven mail boxes leads to the drive-way. It’s here that the door gleaming its old glory-finally clicks and opens up.

I came from a long day of school i wait for dad to pick me up, he arrives I hop into the the car and on my journey to home. We pass the Donimos pizza place, we curve left and right, up the hill past the purple bush, past the roundabout and into the driveway. Finally home. YAY!.

I walk inside go past the hallway open my bedroom door and flop on my bed and relax. It feels as if i’m on a vacation.