I feel I’m the

wood logs on the log cabin

and the whitefish

under the bridge.

I feel I’m

not the lonely wooden

bridge nor the old

football player’s helmet.

But I’m the silver coin

being flipped by the

children and the

coffin with my great

grandfather in it.

But I’m not as

still as the Statue

of David or the

empty chalk board

but I am the midnight

moon. But I am not

the sun at noon

but I am me.

And I am not you.

By Sax, 3rd grade

[photo by lndhslf72 via flickr]

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