It looks different, it smells the same, but it feels different.
I look to my left, there are trees and a lot of luscious green grass.
I walk over and carefully pick up the grass and weave it into my soft fingers.
Looking around I place the grass back down.
The barn looks the same but it all seems different.
Without mother.
It's like chasing hope.
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7 comments:
Aw! So sweet. Love how this poem has great imagery!
Great descriptive words and very sweet, great job!
very detailed. it has the ability to allow you to picture whats going very easily.
That was a very short, but bone chilling story. Very sad, what happened to their mother? Why does it feel different?
I love how you made it very descriptive. It helped me picture the images in my head!
I love how descriptive this is and how depressing. It's a good depressing though.
I love how short this was, but somehow it still had all the emotion. The descriptions really helped picture it in my mind.
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