Be Here Now

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Sitting in the breeze way with the wind lightly blowing through my hair.
The cars pull in as students rush to class.
The drains let water from the roof rush slowly to the pavement.
lookin out seeing the trees on the moutain top.
Dreaming of being in another time.
Birds chirp breaking the noise of the cars going by.
The smell of wet grass leaves me longing for the smell of the salty breeze of the coast.
Another time another place.

This poem was written/submitted by Ashley Walters.

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