What I Spy

March 10, 2012
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Along the rough and windy seas,
From a hill i see,
No larger than a flea,
A free boat that sails.
With a clear trail,
That marked it's path.

Above in the clear blue sky,
Where the birds fly,
I spy a plane.
With its iron wings,
It flings itself against the wind.
Its propellers make a ring
Where wind sings.

Across the one way street,
There is a boy who greets
With a smile.
Many people take a while
To comprehend his smile.
But all in hurt
He knows their hearts burn
With a glow that will overflow,
With a smile.

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pickfruit said...
Mar. 15, 2012 at 6:02 am
Quite interesting.  I like it. Your smile has a way of doing that also.  Keep up the good work.
Dynamo This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 9, 2012 at 1:24 pm
Thats nice....
NaomiStatia replied...
May 17, 2012 at 5:41 am
Thanks Dynamo!!!
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