I Am Not Them

Barefoot river child

Dirty hands, dirty eyes

What have you seen?

Remember the days 

Forget those nights

Please just sing with the chickadees

There's laughter in the sun above

And freedom in that kite string

Always try your best to fly

Don't worry if you scrape your knees

And I will remember the little girl that I was

The little girl that I am

Always hungry for another day

To learn and to give

To laugh and to love

Another day to clear my eyes of what I've seen

And to always sing with those chickadees

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

indigoblu97

I really like this poem. I think you really captured the feeling and the picture is absolutely perfect! keep it up:)

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