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[silly_cakes]

The Love of Freedom (revised)

By: Catherine Bromhead

I stand on the grassy hill

And there are mountains to the West.

I feel a yearning in my soul

Enough to tear me apart.

But I want it to.

The wind blows through my hair,

So cold, yet so wonderful.

I feel free.

Music no one else can hear fills my heart.

I need to be here.

I sit in my stone

Comments

[wehrmacht13]

You go to my school.

[silly_cakes]

A comment on my actual poem would be nice...

Do I know you at all from school?

[wehrmacht13]

nah, I'm new (: I did a search on the school because I was hoping to somehow make a friend who went there, before school actually started, so I would have someone to hang out with.

"A comment on my actual poem would be nice..."
I read it before I commented the first time, but my mind went blank and I couldn't put into words what it made me feel.

[silly_cakes]

What grade you in?