A country childhood
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Trent Spears, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2005
Chasing silvery shadows in a stream,
Glistening in the sunlight or maybe a dream,
Giant mountains cold and dark are
The backdrop to my memories.
Sometimes the memories appear vivid and bright,
Grey circling swirls of mist catching the light,
Dewdrops like diamonds hang from the leaves
Forming unique gleaming ornamental trees.
As the framework of time races by
I ponder my life as a child
To establish a place in my mind,
And relinquish to nature in kind
Free from commotion and turmoil,
Tread lightly, sequester yourself with the soil,
You will find tranquility.