I walk I see Something Extraordinary Ivy That’s grown Over trees Which have flowers Of their own Moving amongst The plants Large colonies Of ants I sit I smell Flowers That from a bush fell I stare At the lake At the shining water A mirror that is fake The green Tall grass Makes it hard To pass Reluctantly I wait What else will separate me from my fate?


10 year old Elizabeth T.

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