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I Am Poem Amanda Ferguson I am a child’s best friend and a farmer’s fear. I wonder if Antigua sand really slips through your toes? I hear howling from the Great North and I see sleighs sliding across the tundra. I want to dance with the kookaburra bird and laugh at the sun. I am a child’s best friend and a farmer’s fear. I pretend to hang ten with Maui’s best, I feel nostalgic sniffing hot cocoa and peppermint. I touch the tops of the world, and those who dare to join me. I worry my days are numbered, and I cry for the soul who doesn’t know the joy of a homemade sled. I am a child’s best friend and a farmer’s fear. I understand some people will never see me at all, and I say home is where you make it. I dream moguls and soft powder, sideways storms and crashing avalanches I try to be gentle and comforting, but sometimes the rush is just too fun. I hope everyone gets at least one play day because of me. I am a child’s best friend and a farmer’s fear.

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