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Poetry
Winter
by Riley Grace Carlson, age 9
Riley Grace Carlson
I walk through the silent pasture to the tree swing.
I sit down and start to swing.
I close my eyes and fall into a silent sleep.
When I open my eyes I see the ground is littered
with leaves, acorns and plants of all kinds.
I sit listening to the wind roar.
I am not troubled.
I just sit there
watching
waiting.