Poems About the Environment

The wind whistling The waves collapse on the shore
Family Made of Mother, Father, and Children Creating generation after generation
Sh*t You Can't Say To Your Teacher It's alot of things I can't say to you without getting in trouble.
Water attracted to water, becoming more and more itself until the sky herself cannot hold the forces away.
Tonight I don't want to be seem by the moon. I prefer to wait until tomorrow and talk to the sun.
I walk into the class, Room nine and all I see are boys behinds I wish they would take school more serious
      The cool brisk air hitting my face,    as I walk on the sand at a steady pace.  
DREAM BIG BECAUSE THE SKY IS THE LIMIT; LIVE TO THE FULLEST BECUASE TIME IS YOUR LIMIT;
Miguel is eight years old walking to school Every day he passes the pot head, crack dealer, and pill popper.

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