It's Poetry Friday once again, and while I toil on for my NaNoWriMo word count (more than half-way there!) I present another poem by my daughter. This one was done as a school assignment and ultimately found it's way into our local newspaper.
I Am The Windby KRM (grade 8)I am flowing, yet wild.I wonder what its like to be still.I hear the whispering.I see the flowers waving.I want them to join in my dance.I am flowing, yet wild.I pretend I make the world spin.I feel the thrill of the dance.I touch the clouds' hands.I worry I will be too harsh.I cry when someone won't dance.I am flowing, yet wild.I understand I won't live forever.I say, I live in the moment.I dream the dance will live on.I try to dance with the cloudsI hope to dance all over the world.I am flowing, yet wild.
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