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Meadow
Rosa, Age 12, Enderby, BC

Cool breeze
ripples
meadow
like green water
green blades
everywhere
everywhere
delicate petals
yet strong and sure
here
and there
I wonder where the fairies are
goblins and sprites
on a day like today
Is that a giggle
a footstep that I hear
or just the flutter of the butterfly's
wing
of the bird's flight
that touches the air
brushing lightly
as it speeds past
singing glory to the world
right now
the world has stopped
And there is no war
in this
meadow...

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