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Thursday 13 March 2014

My I am a seashell


I am a tree waiting for someone to
swing on me.

I am everywhere at the
back of people’s houses.

Sometimes I get cut down
and used as wood.

When it rains
I sway a lot in the wind.

When it is sunny
I make shade.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey Amato
I really like your poem, expect I'm a little confused. Your title of your poem is I am a Seashell yet it sounds like your a tree?

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