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In the mornings, I burst from the old wooden door free and wild
through mother’s flower beds then out to the sun lit orchards.
In the afternoon I climb a plum tree, snacking on the purple fruit,
later resting in the tree’s shade.
In the evenings I would roam farther, but mother’s strong arms pick me up,
taking me back through the door which I will run out of the next morning.
- by Dark_Gale017 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/11/2008 |
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- Title: In the morning
- Artist: Dark_Gale017
- Description: This was for a class, it was a "Write a poem like this, you have five minutes." That was the kind of teacher I had.
- Date: 08/11/2008
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- bcca94 - 08/12/2008
- wow that's terrific! i love it! nice description with the plums, the mother and the aged wood door! keep writing!
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