Entry for The What's your memory of nature? Poetry Contest: Sponsored by: Len Gasun Date wrote 29th May 26
The rustling of the leaves in gentle breeze; the roughness of the bark that scuffed my knees; the wonders I could view from up on high; a place where I could run and hide to cry.
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