I could swear it was talking to me.
The wind gave us the wild.
Bright green shined through its fingers,
I was almost blinded by light.
The trees gave us serenity.
Its salty stench hung in the air,
I wanted to wave, but it never stayed high.
The marsh gave us water.
They chirped in the morning as loud as they could,
I would almost scream at them.
The birds gave us the awakening.
Whether it howled, or shined, or hung, or chirped,
I would do it all again.
The wilderness gave me the experience--
The experience that I hold in my heart.
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I was born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, on April 11, 2004. I now live in Beverly, MA, with my family. I became interested in poetry writing when my friend and I were partnered together to write a poem about discrimination. As we wrote, I found that each word played a part in the rhythm of the poem. Fascinated, I began to read and write poetry by myself. If you are reading this from the book Where the Mind Dwells, then I have succeeded in having my writing published. Thank you for reading.