There is a poem
Bria, Age 8, Elko, MN

There is a poem
Inside my head,
I write it down.
I hope it's read.

There is a tree
In my yard.
I climb it,
I will stand guard.

There is rain
Inside a cloud.
It makes me scared,
The thunder's loud.

There is a bed
Inside my room.
I lay on it,
There is no boom.

But most of all...

There is a poem
Inside my head.
I write it down,
I hope it's read.

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