windfalls

April 2, 2010
By HannahA BRONZE, Hyde Park, Vermont
HannahA BRONZE, Hyde Park, Vermont
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the trees sit above me
the soft rush of wind sings to me.
closing my eyes
feeling blank
my feelings poor out the rain crashes down
the trees snap and brake
thunder blasting
i sit up
reaching for a branch
i get up high
standing at the top
i listen carfully
someones calling
i want to go down now
rushing past me
branches and drops
closing my eyes saying its ok
flying threw the air
i begin to pray
lord i new this would be my last day



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