September 17, 2008
By Jessica Kelly, Fruita, CO

The wind wept as a small child cried out
Listen, how you can only hear his voice
Not the cars, nor the wind
In fact
Its exciting how its only him
There's no one outside
You can only see the lights on,
Of every house up and down the street
Shhh...listen to him
He sounds like he's crying
Something bad must have happened
but no one can helpl him
No one but you
Hurry, he sounds like he's in pain
BAM! you wake up
You cry even though it is a dream
But then you hear the boy
Even thought your awake
The you get up, go outside
and the voice fades away.

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