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The sun is my alarm. Waking me and laying me down every moon rise.
A slow sun for play and a long morning on its way.
Just when time stops, cars freeze and the breeze is caught stealing a leaf from my maple tree.
My hair stuck in one place.
My world might have stopped, my body may have rusted over time.
But my words will ring on into the sunrise.

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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KylieV This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 6, 2013 at 11:28 pm:
This poem is simple and descriptive. The person in this poem is almost reminicising as time freezes. The use of imagery is well used by saying that this person is getting older: "My world might have stopped, my body may have rusted over time." Great poem!
 
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Mandy22 said...
Jul. 24, 2013 at 7:16 am:
A simply beautiful poem :)
 
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SophiaLucia said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 9:49 pm:
l do like this [:
 
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