Rarer of the colors
That pass you every day
Fiery and burning
A spirit now awake
Always joking
Never really true to what is said
Always looking everywhere
Never straight ahead
Up and down; high and low
How the mood, it flies
Lower than the deepest valley
Higher than the sky
Every moment,
Pure and real,
Hear and smell,
See and feel
So here I am
I'm on, I'm riding
The rollercoaster
Now I'm flying
Feel the wind
And feel the air
And be that girl
With the red hair
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
