My Spirit
Jaimee, Age 12, Pembroke, MA

The beat of a drum.
bang bang bang

The sound of a hum.

Raindrops on my window.
Pitter patter pitter patter.

I don't know where to go.
I'm lost I'm lost!
I find my way.
by the light of the morning star.
Not on a bike,
Nor in a car.
But I ride my spirit.
Oh yes I do.
Because I can hear it.
And so can you.

I fly away,
My wings are spread.
Off into the day.
A journey in my head.

I'll sit on a cloud.
I'll dance on a star.
I'll sing real loud.
I'll jump real far.

My spirit is me.
That is what it is.
If only they could really see
My spirit and me.

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