Whispers fill the air, four children talking without care
for we know it will never leave the tent
so many secrets are shared, spoken during a game of truth or dare
for we know it will never leave the tent
on our phones calls are placed, not saying things face-to-face
for we know it will never leave the tent
calls of "shh" ring through the night as quiet time approaches it's height
but stil in wispers we will speak, for longer than a second, a day, or week
for we know it will never leave the tent
as the night growes cold, into our sleeping bags we fold
and tell about how we want our warm blankes, feeling back in our toes
for we know it will never leave the tent
soon dawn apoches, we arise, talk about our fun night
all the things that have been said, making us much closer friends
for we know, it will never leave the tent
P.S. Ms Staff please do not inquire about the specifics mentioned in this poem,
for we know it will never leave the tent
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3 comments:
Such a clever P.S. to end your poem with! I love the repetition, as well. You are a talented poet!
ha,ha thats good. your really good. we really did lose feeling in our toes. the way you rhymed evrything is really good too. and the way you repeat for it will never leave the tent is really good too. and its funny. :)
Heather I really like your peom and that's the reason why im sending this message even though I have other things to do.
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