The Grave

The snow softly falling
Sharing its misery with each delicate snowflake
The grave sat sadly under the dead maple tree
No flowers to keep it company
Fall had passed and winter had come
But still, its last leaves fell with dismal happiness
She stood beside the grave and dropped the flower
And a small tear ran down her soft skin
The larks sang as she mourned over
The kind and gentle man she once knew

FOLLOW US was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications.
We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.


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