A Poem A Day
It’s two in the afternoon and my dad is passed out on the couch snoring like an old Chevy truck. I need to leave. As I walk out the door, I feel the breeze that fills the sky during this autumn day. The birds are all chirping; the smell of life is in the air. Colorful leaves slowly fall from the trees as that breeze passes. I get my fishing pole ready and start walking down the dry dirt road toward the lake.
By Kelley Elizando, age 16
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Comments
This one just went right to my heart. I think it was the dad snoring like an old chevy truck that did it.