September 06, 2010 at 02:38 pm
Poem, G (All)
Sad | Love | Spiritual
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My Favorite Tree
It was storming and thundering; at 8:30 I watch the storm from my window I was scared only a little.
But when the lighting cracks my window it shattered glass everywhere, then the lighting was intense.
It was a very painful experience, to see my favorite tree crashed down I climbed on that tree when I was 5 years old.
And now I won’t get to see it again, to see it engulfed in flames I was crying my eyes out.
My favorite tree was an acorn tree; I had so much fun with it I climb to the very top of my favorite tree.
It hurts me inside deeply to loose a brother to me, I added a tire swing on my acorn tree.
I swing and I swing till I get very dizzy, then I rest under a shady spot under my tree.
I love you Aaron acorn Storm
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