August 17, 2011
By hworld123 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
hworld123 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
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Wood withered with weather,
Ladder eaten by the growing moss,
The swing set sat in the
Furthest corner of my yard
In the soft sunlight,
And I sat on that swing set
With my friend
And we would stay there
Through every holiday,
We decided
And we would string
Winking Christmas lights on each
Peg and length of that
Withered wood
On Christmas,
And we would swing
And our dangling feet would
Reach the grass below
And we would never leave
And our chests buzzed with eagerness,
For the decision that
We made
Would change us and make us

But the sky above was soon
Stained with night and the
Excitement that had
Bubbled in our stomachs was
Muted by the barks of
And we left the seats empty
Under a lonely moon
And we were swallowed by the
Sharp light of houses
With the exhaustion
Shared by those ripped from
Once breathing dreams.

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This article has 3 comments.

on Aug. 18 2011 at 5:18 pm
hworld123 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
9 articles 0 photos 7 comments
Thanks guys!

on Aug. 18 2011 at 1:28 pm
JerseyGirl716 BRONZE, Central, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 92 comments

Favorite Quote:
"We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face... we must do that which we think we cannot." -Eleanor Roosevelt

My thoughts exactly. Great job!

PurpleInkPen said...
on Aug. 18 2011 at 1:18 pm
I like the keep it nice and simple, and that makes it really powerful. (:


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