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Soar Spirit

This is written by a 12 year old student, I am the teacher

Soar Spirit
The crowd of middle schoolers
Screaming, yelling, chanting
like warriors
Preparing for battle 

The signs are passed through the masses
Encouraging phrases held high over their heads
like soldiers marching off to battle
With imperial banners waving through the air

The points are tallied up at the end
Then suddenly...
A flood of yellow clad students stand up screaming
Smiles of rejoice pasted on their faces
Like golden warriors celebrating their victory
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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