Where did I make new friends?
Where the forest whistles in the cool wind as I stroll down the path.
Where the path twists and turns as the birds glide over my head.
Where the wind calls my name though the deep forest.
Where I notice a wild boar snorting its head off.
Where the blue skies are peeking down through the trees.
That’s where I made new friends.
By Xavier Connolly