June 2, 2009
By Lizzie2010 BRONZE, Ypsilanti, Michigan
Lizzie2010 BRONZE, Ypsilanti, Michigan
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The summers of my youth were spent
beyond the wrought-iron fence
of that marble-pillared prison
that my parents called "school."

As the days warmed, the carpet
of red flowers began to bloom--
crescendo like a classical song,
and in the night, I would
gaze off to the jewels that lit
the sky.

The author's comments:
I wrote this for a project in my AP English class. We were given a handful of words, then were allowed to use as many words as we wanted to write our poem.

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