Imagine all the things
that time has to measure,
the simple things that count
and the hard things we treasure.
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Welcome,8th grade, to this class,
I teach Language Arts because I'm Mrs. Bass.
Pick a desk and have a seat,
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My Grandma was someone special
Who was kind, sweet, and smart;
Who had love for everyone,
and was always pure of heart.
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I woke up this morning
with an ache in my head,
And it hurt so bad till
I thought I was dead.
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I was born in a huge city. My parents names are Bonnie and Ray Tanksley. They recenty got divorsed not to long ago. I am 16 years of age and will soon be 17 years old. I have had a pretty rough life, i've been in foster care for 2 years and last year my grandmother died. I was really close to her. She raised me since i was little. i began to write poetry in the 7th grade. I am in the 11th grade now. I am attending a magnent High School Called Douglas Anderson School of the Arts and im in for chorus. I started out as writing songs. Than o began to take my songs and write them as poetry and entered into a poetry contest. I won first place so that was good. I love to write poetry, It gives me a chance to get in touch with my emotions and allows me to express my self on paper that i cant do in person. I am allowed to show my true feelings im my poems, because everyone of my poems shows a true meaning behind it all.I love to write poetry and i hope you enjoy reading it.)
Imagine
Imagine all the things
that time has to measure,
the simple things that count
and the hard things we treasure.
Imagine that you were a tree
alone in the park,
and the only thing they notice
is the owl after dark.
What if you were a bird
soaring above the skies,
landing on a narrow branch,
to sing your lullaby.
What if you were a car
wheeling down the road,
with hardly any gas
and no place to go.
All these things i imagine
race through my eyes,
imagining, you can go anywhere
be someone in disguise.
All though im only 16
and still a little girl,
with my imagination
I can soar the world.