tanya voytovich Poems

In our backyard
we plant
tomatoes,
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it must be fun
to be the sky
and see an eagle
soaring high,
...

Wonder where they come from?
Wonder where they go?
Wonder why they're sometimes high
and sometimes hanging low?
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I loved my friend.
She went away from me.
There; s nothing else to say.
the poem ends,
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We read books in school
and we write stories
about what we did on
summer vacations.
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