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[title] => The Shack with no Windows
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[bodytext] => The Outside trees are now without leaves Their branches bare and empty Their leaves golden brown are scattered all around The fluffy white clouds high in a crystal blue sky are slowly passing by Above the rooftops in a quiet forgotten town Listen hard and you can hear a small voice alone and crying . Its getting cold and the autumn wind blows But it matters not to those inside for their houses have no windows. Just darkened shacks painted black With no lights on or addresses And from one dark shack I heard a sound A wee small voice was praying Make my Mommy come back soon She told me Just stay inside and don't make any sounds I will come back again But the little sad girl just can't help wondering what was going on Outside When she stuck her little head out The autumn wind was cold As it gently kisses her cheek mixed with the scent of winter She took a deep breath and took as much as she could in She walked on the crunchy grasses She bends and feels the dried up leaves But she doesn't walk far from the shack She was told she must not leave Her Mother left her there alone So very long ago And as she walked in awe staring up at the sky The white fluffy clouds just contuined to drift on by Taking shapes of Lions faces and a gaint Eagle Some even looked like sheep How wonderful she thought as she smiled and laughed with glee But then suddenly she heard a sound She turnt herself around and made a mad dash back to the safety of the shack with no windows She approaches the door and slides to the floor Its dark and cold and damp No lights allowed on as she pulls her worn blankets tighter around With a fist full of dried leaves in her clenched small hand Some had crumbled because she held them so tightly She watched sadly as they turned to dust and Fell back to the ground She thought for safe keeping She would press the yellow and red ones and light greens in a book And keep them forever to remind her of the adventure she took This day she went outside In the fall time and the dark nights they seem to come early Days too seemed ever so short without the sun. But she has her little secert and it gave her such courage Enough from just one look She will have better luck next time If she dares step out again She will search for her Mother and things will be get better with time. Whisper [comments] => 3 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Whisper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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