Mia Ocean Poems

This tree
Is not only a tree
It is a freindly tree,
that is always watching over you.
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The poor young girl
with beach blonde hair
and pale white skin
stands in the middle of the street,
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The water
is flowing
with rage,
it splashes
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wave
of sea water
splashes my face
the taste is something new,
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Snow is falling.
It’s cold.
Icicles hang
on the sill.
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I'm thinking hard,
But my mind should be empty.
I practice the movements,
But they come out all wrong.
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Sliding on a blanket of snow,
I speed, I swerve, I tumble.
I crash to a speeding stop just before i hit the ice;
I'm the pilot and the wheel, I'm the runner and the shoes,
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i am calling from under the hedge,
i wait beneath the hedge,
i shiver beneath the hedge,
listening, hoping, for an answer.
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When the sun used to shine
through the blinds,
it would have pattern,
and the pattern would have shape,
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They wait and wonder,
They pace, and ponder,
The question and worry,
Thinking whats the hurry?
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