As the snow melts
And the flowers begin to blossom
We start to say our final goodbyes
We take what we have learned
And venture off into the world
Sitting back, we see the memories
Embracing our knowledge
Taking it with us on our new journey
The future holds greatness
The past holds memories
Though we leave this place we call home.
We never forget where we came from.
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Aww I really like yours, it's so cute! Totally true too. Good job, nice wording.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteAnd so true. Home will always be home.
Good job!
Rachael, I like how you use the transition of seasons to reflect the changes in life. You've edited this down to a poem full of hope and wonder about the future.
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