A Gift From Home

The day starts with the calm morning it may be calm but I still hear snoring with the sunlight bright oh i can't imagine the moon dark night for the person of this poem I just want to roam and listen to a nice, calm tone no phone, just home with my way to school maybe stop by the frozen pool because this poem is not to be taken by a fool but there is one rule: to be cool, not to rule my friend but to pend to wait to the moon it will come soon and so with the night it will be bright with light to hang with my friends and to laugh and cry I don’t think want to say goodbye I just want to keep saying hi We sit in the grass as the sun goes down there is no frown just the happy smiles of the friends around as the sun goes down up above the town with Mrs. Brown. And as I stroll through the town all I see is the upside down version of frown as I stroll past the school I remind myself that I am one of the sons of one of the best people in this town Mrs. Sampson the one who got me through the times where I could not make a chime and I just sigh. Now we are happy in this town of friends and love how did this day become the most fun it's like all I can do is run and now when night comes I am done for this miracle of day I just don't know what to say no birds, no words, just the relaxing night of the miracle morning.

Alex

Grade 6

Newport, Nova Scotia

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