I loved getting to read other peoples poems about where they’re
from. It gave me a glimps into someone else’s life. Someone who is really like
me but looking at her I could never tell. My poem was about autumn and the
apple orchard and all of the things I remember about Charlotte. Love it, or
hate it. All the time I think both of these emotions. Writing poems is my
forte. I definitely hope that we use this mode of writing a lot. My first favorite
poem I wrote, when I first realized that I could write them was in the ninth
grade. Its was a poem to my father who isn’t around.
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