This poem was written by my very artistic 7-year-old. It was not a school project or homework assignment. I just found it laying around. Something tells me it is a metaphor for her life...and this girl is ready to be heard:)
"The voice is a roar. It is steam. It is just rock red and hot. It is so red and orange to be seen from far away. From New York all the way to me. To Alabama to South America to Alaska to everywhere to be seen even from space. Even to Marsh (Mars)"
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