I hate the country
With minimal noise
And the quiet peace;
It's an empty void.
I'm scared of the country
With hardly any cars
And no buildings;
And from home, it's so far.
I hate the country
Where there are no people
Cause the city ends abruptly;
It makes me so feeble.
I'm scared of the country
Where civilization is but corn
And it's so blunt and empty;
For lost company, I will have to mourn.
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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...
