I feel I’m the
wood logs on the log cabin
and the whitefish
under the bridge.
I feel I’m
not the lonely wooden
bridge nor the old
football player’s helmet.
But I’m the silver coin
being flipped by the
children and the
coffin with my great
grandfather in it.
But I’m not as
still as the Statue
of David or the
empty chalk board
but I am the midnight
moon. But I am not
the sun at noon
but I am me.
And I am not you.
By Sax, 3rd grade
[photo by lndhslf72 via flickr]
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