Inside a dusty shop,
hanging on a hook,
I sit, among ancient
leather magic books,
and recall. . .

Misty forests
salty seas
and tropical leaves

The oceans of time sweep me away

Golden temples
silver beaches
spiral shells

and they take me to where I lay

floating bubbles
sweeping currents
reaching net

Now here I stay:
a place of magic
long forgot.
No one remembers me
But, still
I exist for eternity.

By Graham, 7th grade
[photo by thenoodleator via flickr]

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