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Last Day of School
I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.
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Graduation
They read my name
out loud on a pedestal
slow steps to the podium
I bow
shake hands
receive a simple piece of paper
that can’t possibly hold
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Nostalgic
A house stands on crooked stilts
On the edge of a cliff
Braced only by
Wood beams and
Rocky shoulders
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The Little Moments
The little moments
Are the best kind of moments
Walking through the soccer field
Finishing off my ice cream sandwich
The wind in my face.
It’s the little moments
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The Ending
I finished the story,
How can that be true?
I don't want it to end,
What are their futures?
It doesn't feel real,
And I can't believe it is over.
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ocean cottage
10 years i've spent here
this cottage by the seathese 10 years i've spent here
have become a part of melong i've stood on this shore
the tides come in and out
and so my heartbeat follows:
in and out