My boy, the poet

I am so proud of my son that I had to share. Riley 10 years old. He had to write a poem for his fifth grade class. Here it is:


You are the wind that blows
and the snow that froze
the night.

You are the lakes
and an earthquake that shakes
with might.

You are the mountains touching the sky
and the clouds so high
so bright.

The animals you embrace
the people of every race
held tight.

You may delight.
You give me comfort through the day.
I hear you silently calling for me to stay.
Show me the way.

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