A small beam escapes me
as I tilt my head up
the wind through my hair
the breeze through the rough
escalating wind-chimes, welcoming thee
anticipating shudders ripple through me
like gull to the wings
the current to the sea
I ran for as long as the eye could see
at least that's what it seemed to me!
The trees bowed in grace
their evergreen hue reflecting newborn meadows
clearly not caring about my filthy face!
Alas, I arrive at my sought destination
the hill atop human race
the sun about to bring along its best representation!
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I am thirteen years old. I love to write and started writing for a kid's newspaper as a columnist when I was in only fourth grade! I am currently writing a book and am an avid reader. I am more of a storyteller, so most of my poems are narrative or themed. When I think of a topic, I will randomly add it to my book or write a quick poem. I plan on minoring in journalism when I'm older, and I also love to play field hockey and run track, all while volunteering actively and managing a volunteering club with Pass It Along.