Poetry

RIDING TO THE CAPE ON A FRIDAY EVENING

It was a hot and windy eveningWhen we were driving to Cape Cod.All I could do was chew a piece of gum;I was so bored my head was spinning.

But then my window started to turnInto the most incredible picture,But the picture wasn’t a picture:A night sky full of stars.

I saw the bridge, old and rundown.Moonlight made the trees glow.I was so happy: the canal down belowPromised that I was almost home.

Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer
Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13
Brookline, Massachusetts

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