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I am a leaf
torn by the wind
from my source of life Leaving my high and distant view
to land
on ground
to die Losing sight
losing life Dieing
Slowly dieing
I am a tree
torn by the wind
but my life shall be free
I shall live on
in endless need
of my wanted uses I shall live
Perish never Perish not
I am a being
touched by the wind
living and dieing living again
I shall use my life
I shall flourish as the tree
be blown by the wind be free
free
I shall be brought down to ground
by the forcing wind I shall live on
and on
I shall see
See in me
The life and needs and wants
and uses
of life;
life to me
Susan Mousley 10
The Waterfall
As I sit on this rock
that juts out from the cliff and hides the waterfall,
I think of how the water feels in dropping so far
into the trap of rocks below.
And as I sit and listen I can hear the water rushing and
gurgling
and babbling and surging and sloshing
and trickling
and yawning and sliding
and splashing and cascading and darting
and flushing and hissing
and pelting and gushing and tumbling
and drowning
down the endless stretch of ladder until it hits the bottom rung
and breaks up into a million pieces that are flung across the banks
and into the fisherman's boat.
Vera Danyliw 12E
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