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Grandmother

My grandma was the color of the river.
She was beautiful.
She could speak Japanese or Chinese.
She was like the bears, the birds, and the insects
And the snakes.
She was wonderful.
She was Winter then Spring.
She was like the wild Coyotes.
She was caring.
She smelled like fresh water.
She was loving.
She made me feel like home.
She sounded like birds in the wild.
I feel happy near the river.


Analy Nava, Age 9
Junior Girl Scout Troop 256
Chico, California
Troop Leader: Leslie Layton-Flores

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
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