My Quiet Place.

My Quiet Place

   I climb up to my quiet place.
   A slight breeze blows around me,
   Shifting the leaves.
   The birds call;
   They seem to be talking to me.

   I hear someone
   Walking below me.
   I am unseen.
   Unheard.
   In my quiet place.

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Can you find the four pairs of matching birds?

This issue's "Pen in Hand" contributor is Carly Andrews, an 11-year-old poet from Colorado who loves to write, write, and write some more! If you love to write and would like to see one of your short stories or poems in Jack and Jill, email your submission to [e-mail].

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