A Poem A Day
The roof sleeps above the house.
The floor slips beneath the walls.
The smoke soars out of the chimney.
The fireplace shimmers.
The day flies away as the night sinks in.
The garden flutters in the breeze.
The walls devour the windows.
The sky hovers over the house.
I am lost as the house traps my mind.
by Brett, 5th grade
[photo by smacshot via flickr]
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