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Oct 2017
I’m from the roaring of the red four-wheeler,
The swiftly mudded depths of the nishana,
The sand covered clamshells,
Buried deep into the deep water.
Thinking that I’m part mermaid.

Coming up from the white wonders like powder sugar that gets
sprinkled on the fudge brownies my grandma makes.,
Shivering after being tipped to what I thought was my death.
Being warmed by grandma’s famous brownies that just came
out of the oven like I was a brownie baking in the oven.
Helping my grandpa flatten out the land,
For another Weppler Sleigh party,
Before the snow brings the wonders of joy.

I’m from the limbs I find,
In the woods making forts.
Having to be mysterious because I’m wanted
From having the best imaginary friend anyone could have.

Coming home to the smell of hard work knowing my dad is home.
Thanking him for all he had done for this family.

I soon snuggle down into my fluffy bedding
waiting for sleep to overcome me
knowing that I'm safe in the warm house I call home.
This is my first poem Yay!!
Written by
Stars  16/F
(16/F)   
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     CAM and Toriana
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