Friday, September 20, 2013

where I'm from

I am from street lights and cars. I am from trees ands mountains. I am from the high ring of the grandfather clock at my grandparents house.
I am from the sweet smell of my grandmas house.
I am from the high bounces of my trampoline.
I am from the loud bark when shadow gets his dinner and when Monty hears the elevator.
I am from the "hey give it back!" to the "she started it!"
I am from the play fights with my sister and my cousin.
I am from the howl of coyotes and the hoot of owls.
I am from the cool surge when I plunge into the mills in Maine.
I am from the breeze in my hair when I am at the top of a tree.
I am from the chalk on my hands about to finish a clime



                           By Ursula :)


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