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To many I am a passing thought,
gone with the dawning day.
But
my memory is one child's smile,
and my tune has long to stay.
Here I sit among the mountains,
though my joy is a partner's fire.
The mountains are my audience now,
as my life will soon expire.
Many friends I made as I went along,
many more came with the seasons.
I've seen emperors' lords, kings and queens,
lost in their feats,
fights, and reasons.
Now I seek the quiet of nature,
my harp lies still with silent song.
My soul takes flight with God's won tune,
echoing the hills forever long.
Flower heads mass and melt
to an overflowing sea of sun
joy and happiness to a new day begun-
nature's praise is not heard but felt.
Across the field a path was tread
a long gash in the garden of love
skies cried and rained tears from above
but sorrow could not bring back what was dead.
The path blackened in moldy decay
what hatred burned became a brand
a flame that seared the tender land
its scarred and uglyface will never fade away
Whose are the footprints that trampled those flowers?
Not his, not hers, not theirs, but ours.
"Jacki Wilbur is 13 yrs old and lives in Hopewell, NJ. She goes to Timberlane School and is a 7th grader. Jacki swims all the time. She loves to read, do crafts, and adventurous activities. Jacki's favorite place is in nature where she can daydream and think.
Teacher: Pat Coats
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