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A White Bird

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You sat there and watched me grow. Within these walls that once were a place of love and freedom. It was beautiful, until you left me.

Now it is like all the color has been drained from this place, these ruins. All I can do now is watch, watch the dull place that you sat, that you watched me grow from. One day I sat at my perch, like I do every day. A white dove landed on my window sill. it watched me. I looked into those eyes they seemed so familiar. That little white bird brought the color back.

PB & J

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The soft bread in my hands
Then peanut butter
And jam

Three simple steps to making the greatest dish of all
Fit for kings and queens
fit for peasants and hobos

I doesn’t matter if you seven it on a silver platter
It on a plate of the richest gold
Or even on your toes

I will always love peanut butter and jelly

Touching the Sky

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I can run

I can fly

I feel as though I could touch the sky

yet my feet still can not lift off the ground

it is so dark and gloomy down  on the ground

so abandoned

so empty

 

but in the sky

it is bright

I will be free in the sky

with my feet off the ground

nothing will ever hold me down

because I can fly

 

Halfway Overboard

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It was hot and sunny outside.Grace and I were standing on the dock. The hot wood burned the bottom of my feet. We prepared to board the miniature vessel. Grace was visiting for the summer and my dad thought it would be fun to float around on a little raft of boredom for the day. I wish I was at the beach right now.

“Come on Hannah, lets go!” Grace had already gotten into the little raft.

 

“Here I come,” I walked over to the tiny vessel, climbing in very carefully trying not to tip the little boat. I had just dried off and I had no intentions of getting soaked again. I am not going to get wet again today. Grace and I got settled and started to row away from the dry dock. Why couldn’t I be standing on that wonderful dry dock right now.

 

“You know Hannah, sandbar sharks can live in water this deep, and they don’t like salt water so this would be the perfect habitat for a sandbar shark,” she gave me a smug little grin.

 

“Haha Grace, that’s really funny. There aren’t any sharks this close to shore.” I peeped over the edge scanning the sea floor. There are no sharks here, I thought to myself. Grace’s words kind of shook me but I quickly forgot the whole sandbar shark story. We slowly rowed away from the calm peaceful, not to mention dry, dock. We rowed a little bit further and stopped. I looked back at the tiny little wood stand far away.

 

I peered into the dark water again just checking to see if I saw a ghostly fin down below. The water was so deep I couldn’t see the bottom any more. I wouldn’t want to fall into that water.

 

“Hannah what’s that.” Grace’s forefinger directed my eyes to a dark shape moving down below in the water. Grace looked up our eyes met. We both knew what we were thinking. SHARK!

 

“You know that dock looks pretty friendly right now.” I gestured towards the dry wood stand, that now looked no bigger than my thumb. We both grabbed our paddles and prepared to head back to the dock. We had just pushed off when our little craft started to tip.

 

“Lean Grace lean!” we both shoved all our weight to one side. The raft started to lean the other way. We thrashed around like a fish out of water, scrambling away from the cold water and the big dark shape down under. Water splashed everywhere. We’re not gonna make it I thought. I gripped the sides of the boat waiting for a rush of icy cold, but it never came. The water settled around us and our little vessel went back to the calm movement that it had obtained when a low wind picked up.

 

“That was a close one.” Grace stammered as she caught her breath. I looked back into the water to get another look at the mystery shape that had been right under us.

 

“Hey, I think it left.” My eyes cut through the water like a hawk. Where’d it go? There was no sign of the dark object any more.

 

“What left?” She too looked down into the water.

 

“The big shape that we saw.” Grace’s face relaxed

 

“Look! There’s something else, but it’s much smaller.” Grace Pointed to a dark object in the water that was slowly drifting over  to the raft. It was much smaller than the first one that we had seen just a few minutes earlier.

 

“Wait a minute.” I reached my long oar down into the water.

 

“What are you doing? How do you know it’s not going to kill you.” Grace leaned back from the edge of the boat but not all the way still trying to see what was happening under the water. I lifted up my long oar, scooping up the dark shape as well. When my oar came above the water a big pile of seaweed fell into the raft. Grace and I both slid back. We stared at the huge hunk of seaweed sitting on our lap. High pitched squeals of laughter escaped from our lips . We plopped the mountain of seaweed back into the water, and with our faces red from laughter we rowed back to the dock. I’m so happy thats over. After jumping out of the tiny raft we ran as far away from that thing as possible. There was no way we were ever going to ride in that thing again.