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• Catherine Terry, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2005

Piping bird calls,
whispering leaves.
Sunlight glints through the forest roof,
while birds fly overhead.
Moist heat hugs the figure,
a glittering stream cuts through the land.
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Red brick houses,
gleaming emerald lawns.
Babies squeal,
tyres burn.
Exhaust fumes in the lungs,
graffiti in the eye.
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