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Where I'm From

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I am from the violent world of yells and fights.
I am from a house I do not like.
With a desert for a backyard.
With green trees, but no grass.
The dry air burns my eyes and throat.
I'm from the branch that was not meant to be.
My father went to the place with silver bars.
My mother stayed with me and my fun-filled brother.

I am from the dangers that my mother went through and the call that she was saved by.

Now, I'm from a place with no yelling.
With a new dad who wouldn't trade me for anything in the world.
I am from a place where I'm irreplaceable.
I am from a new spirit.





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Mr. H said...
Oct. 1, 2008 at 5:56 pm
Awesome poem!! Keep the great work coming!
 
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