Hope This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Trains crash across the rusted bridge.

Below water swirled with the many colors

of black, as small fish float in death.

No grass lines the bank as once it did.

Just a few stray wisps of brown.



And still.

A sparrow sits singing on an old Gnarled

oak that rests half beneath the bridge,

a sign that hope is still strong in many

hearts.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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