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Here I sit, on Pleasant Valley Farm
Cross-legged in my prairie, staring at the rusting barn
The pad of paper sits on my lap, as I click my pen against the dirt
I swear my mind is empty, as I ravel up my tie-dye shirt
I have no strange misfortune, or story sad enough to tell
I lack a tear-provoking childhood that would make a novel sell
I can't look back and write about how things always made me sad
For I always had a lovely family, a mommy and a dad
So here I lack the obvious, a story worth to share
Shall I write about the grass, the sky, or the pig-raisin' County Fair?
But then I got to thinkin' that that's how life's supposed to be
I put down my pad of paper, and I climbed my favorite tree
Here I sit, on Pleasant Valley Farm
My feet swingin' off this climbin' tree, and

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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BieberLover16 said...
Oct. 5, 2011 at 9:05 am
I love this! Magnificent!!
 
HaleyDRog. said...
Mar. 19, 2011 at 9:06 pm
This poem seemed so personal and it really told a lot about you as a person. You captured this in a great manner! Really nice job.
 
HannSawyer17 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 1, 2011 at 1:51 pm
Awesome poem! My favorite line was "I have no strange misfortune, or story sad enough to tell
I lack a tear-provoking childhood that would make a novel sell"
 
nickykens This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 26, 2010 at 11:25 pm
That's great!  A fantastic poem that I can relate to!  That's an annoying feeling, when you have nothing really to write about.  You captured it well, good job!
 
Hippiechick10 said...
Jul. 9, 2010 at 8:09 pm
Great work! I sorta feel that way too sometimes, where being somewhere with nothing to tell is a story all its own.
 
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