The feeling of snow softly melting on your tongue, The feeling of putting on the carrot nose of your family’s snowman, The feeling of the wind whipping your hair as you ride the sled, The feeling of the freezing snowball attacking your face, The feeling of snuggling with family under big blankets, The feeling of the hot chocolate hitting your taste buds, The feeling of that warm fireplace warming up your numb toes, The feeling of Winter. Genna Parker Grade 8 Heritage Middle School 4005 Poplar Springs Rd., Ringgold, GA 30736 Mrs. Parham Dreams Can Change I thought I knew Where the softer bird flew, But deep inside I knew how I was I wanted to change my dream But first my dream changed me I first learned how When my dream changed me I couldn’t change it When I wanted to Because I knew Where my bird flew My bird flew without any companions My bird flew in the fiery deaths and gorges of the Sun Of our Earth they could reach me, But alone in the Sun I was crippled by the heat, And could not reach to others below. I believed what I was told I was mislead by Earth What I felt on my skin was chill Earth is the Beast But I stayed because it was guarded and free from harm Unlike the Beast we call home. How could I change my dream? There were so many trying to be my dream, Or hand it to my wing. But my real dream you ask? To sing with great altitude, To fly with great range, To give back what was not taken, And to survive by those who can’t dream themselves. Meg Parry Grade 8 Signal Mountain Middle School
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