Poetry Class

By: Amelia Lane

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We meet in the front of the yard
and trek to the park.
All the while,
talking in voices that bounce off the buildings,
and wake the pigeons from their slumber.
We then unravel our blankets
and start to dine on the snacks Jane brings in her bag.
We play games and write poems,
our voices carrying far, far, away
as we recite our trailing notes of poems.
As the light grows dim, we pack-up and leave the park,
our newly-made poems ringing in our heads,
and filling the cool air with a hymn like a song.

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