My Childhood

June 1, 2010
By Vanna Blue BRONZE, Sand Lake, Michigan
Vanna Blue BRONZE, Sand Lake, Michigan
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Looking at you

I see my past


My childhood
I see that blue

Two story house


I grew up in
I see the blue cement

Rap-around porch


Tattooed with daisies
I see that old

Corn field laid


Between are houses
I see us all you, me

And everyone we knew


Walking down that dirt



Road, surrounded by




Those tad-pole ponds
Looking at you

I see my past


My childhood


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem my freshmen year in High School. I wrote it about my faded childhood friends. Brody and Tyler were my best friends but Brody passed on and Tyler and I stopped talking and it just hurt to look at him everyday and see the childhood I had and how the evidence of it is slowly fading away into the dark half of the universe.

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