The Famliy Farm
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Olivia Presta, Grade 5l
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Poetry
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2017
A overpowering sent of manure is flaming through my nostrils.
A deserted landscape is waiting to be explored.
The sun lowers behind the monstrous mountains that behold feral animals.
My surroundings are silent until a stampede of parents come sprinting to the scene.
The wind howls as we gather gigantic logs.
Dry grass brushes against my smooth skin.
As I swing my leg over an Ancient rusty motorbike.
Wind blows in my face as we ride beyond the mountains.