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Poem of the Day-April 20th


As I look through this closed window-nothing is peaceful. Leaves are brown, Grass is flattening down, trees blowing, water flowing, plants sad, no one feels right. Squirrels go into the trees, rabbits hop into their dens and the wolf howls no more. The fish go under deep, kids cannot play At all, the bugs hide, the window is splashed with water like blood stain in the ocean. Things are still, people sleep. It feels like fall, but it is summer! Hurricane Hannah and Ike are forming. World is at its end, or is it.

By Austin