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December 2012


Sometimes, I look to the sky
And see from my eyes
An eagle gracefully circling through the air.

I want to soar through the white clouds,
Fly extremely high,
Almost enough to touch the sky.

I would dart through the blasting wind,
To the ground I would no longer be pinned.
My arms would stretch out as my face rips through the air.

I would raise my hands in victory,
For this could be in history.

But I am still stuck to this grassy ground,
The best I could do is jump around.
Then I heave a great sigh,
Almost ready to say goodbye

To the sky.

(c) 2012 Joseph L.
Demarest, NJ
Grade 7

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