You were planted
Many years ago.
In our yard
At home, you sit.
You bloom in the summer
And freeze over in the winter.
We pick your berries made of blue.
Blue like the deep dark ocean.
You are sweet and ripe
And beautiful.
You are kissed by the sun,
So perfect.
Insides made of gold
Just for us to enjoy.
We get out the basket and sunscreen.
We walk down the hill.
We pick the berries and swat away the bees.
Laughs and fun.
The sun on our skin.
It's time to go inside and eat.
-Izzy Mohr, freshman
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