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Look beyond these grimy walls
And see the horse tail
Brush into existence fierce vermillion stripes,
Goldenrod veins clambering upwards…
Fall. The end. What is it for you? It wasn't much for me before. It was just when it started to get cold. The pre-winter. Nothing more than that. No orange leaves. It didn't even snow. What was so special about the pre-winter?
Houses that are green are one step ahead
From the ivy that will destroy it someday
I think that ivy is one of my most favorite things about life
Six apples in front of my eyes
Waiting for their greater purpose
Each painted a deep, glossy red, reminding me of the perfume that sits on my desk
By Anji, 13, Crossroads Academy, Lyme, NH
Old Major and Karl Marx in Orwell’s Animal Farm
By Sunny, 13, Crossroads Academy, Lyme, NH