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my woods

the woods were alive
but silent as I searched
for mushrooms with my father.

now tracks crush memories
as yellow bulldozers roll
over the grove.

no more silence,
no new memories, only
the roar and raze of machines.


Wyatt Ray, age 13
Damarisrotta, Maine
Teacher: Nancie Atwell

 

 

 
 
 
 
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