The map

I looked at the map with wonder,

and saw what I never have seen,

people were walking all over the park,

and settling down on its green.


I looked over to where the shops were,

and cars were zooming like darts,

then everything stopped and was still as still,

when mum came in with some tarts. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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