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January 22, 2008
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In the midst of autumn
Mr. Bowne takes us out
To the old, white and brown wooden gazebo
Outside the 400 hallway
There is a cold, brisk breeze
Blowing around the dead fallen leaves
You see the yellow and orange leaves at the roots of trees
As you walk along the red bricks with moss in between
The awkward, confusing weather tricks the daffodils
Into coming out of the fertile ground to die soon
Looking to the bright blue sky
You see the sun shine through the white, gray clouds
One takes a glance around
To see naked limbs of poor little trees
I sit in the gazebo
And take a moment of silence for those who lived and left behind such beauties
I look up and find names such as Bob Hendricks, Mike Goode, and Linda Chinski
Student or faculty member who contributed to the sensation of autumn
Bowne says it’s time to go in
I take a last look at the area
I see an everlasting evergreen that tells me
Life goes on

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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tallmonkey928 said...
May 23, 2009 at 2:08 am
Thank you =]
 
sweetbaby_11213@yahoo.com said...
May 21, 2009 at 1:16 am
ummmm..... i actually think that this peom is very meaningful. i mean when i first started reading it i thought that it just was going to talk about the weather. but as i get deep into it ,it actually has a wonderful lesson behind it i can really relate.
 
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