The Simple Life

The crossroads to heaven make you feel like stones.
The roots of your ashes are like mountains.
The dirty country road makes the sky ahead look yellow.
The kingdom of green blooms in a special red way.
The fog upon the pond is in silence unknown
only two people know the stairs to roses.
My father floats in the air traveling like steel
making echoes that are getting closer.
The crickets make way to stars,
the stars are like traffic on an old silvery, rainy day, and
it is hard to breathe on the fountain of life or death.

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Scott Laffler, Age 9
Barnwell Elementary
Alpharetta, Georgia
Teacher: Debbie Crider