The Explorers Poem by bea kiddo
The Explorers
We were two adventurers, up for anything.
The world was our playground;
no stone was left unturned
when we walked by.
Weather, bare feet, mom and dad, we let nothing got in our way.
As we grew older,
boredom took the place of awe.
We had turned up all of the stones
and found nothing but dirt and bugs underneath.
We went back home,
never to venture out again.
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