A Poem

This poem was written by one of our After-School kids. Again, we wanted to share this with you because we are so proud of our children's accomplishments.

It's Only A Dream

Taylor Bruce

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On a clear crisp morning

I sit beside a tree,

Looking across a field

To see what I can see.

I hear the chirps of birds,

The chatter of the squirrels.

I am just a visitor in their woodland world.

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While enjoying the morning hunt,

I hear something strange, it's a REALLY

big deer coming into range.

I slowly raise my gun with my hands starting to shake,

my breathing deepens with every breath I take.

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I hesitate to take a breath,

as I am about to pull the trigger.

Before I put this animal to death,

I swear the deer is getting bigger.

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I hear the gun go boom,

I look for my trophy,

I wake up in my room.

DON'T I FEEL DOPEY!