To Be Me

November 8, 2010
By Lauren Rich SILVER, Spring Hill, Tennessee
Lauren Rich SILVER, Spring Hill, Tennessee
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Red clay caked to her shoes from the valley beneath the mountains





The proof where her home really is



The princess of the castle covered in her grandmother’s jewelry




Enthralled into a world of her own


Scared, bewilderment from the inky blackness taking over the small foot




Where she ran outside without her shoes one time too many






The chef preparing her magnificent feast




Full of reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks



Those sandy trips where she ate the grit and turned a bright shade




Her white-blonde hair saved her countless times




From escaping her keeper




Camping excursions filled with caves and mountains




And home-cooked meals over the fire




The magic of stirring a pot was yet to be discovered



Her audience of animals that she shared her stories with




And her heart full of hopes and dreams



Bursting with love for her make believe world.


The author's comments:
This piece is a remnant of what my childhood has consisted of and helped me become who I am today.

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