A photograph

November 11, 2009
By Showchoir2012 SILVER, Indianapolis, Indiana
Showchoir2012 SILVER, Indianapolis, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
"yes we are our fathers sons and daughters but we are not their choices" -Poetry Slam Knock Knock
"Knock Knock, who's their?, WE ARE!"


The crisp October air blowing on our red, sweaty faces as we breath heavly from the game of tackle soccer. Never fading smiles light up our faces as our inside jokes and laughter fill the late afternoon day.The Clicking of the sound of the phones going off capturing the three of us on the swing, arms around one another with goofy faces. None of us ever thinging of this ending, our friendship blowing away like leaves in the fall air
Forever.....


The author's comments:
This poem is a memory i had about my "brothers" or bestfrinds, Parker and Eric and myself. Its basicly recalling the event and then it kinda tells you the present of our friendship now in the end.

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paperflowers said...
on Nov. 18 2011 at 12:02 pm
paperflowers, Imaginary, Indiana
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Love the descriptions


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