As I Grow

As a child the sun shines bright

As you grow you see the light

As a child I had no worries

As I grew my dream changed and I saw flurries

As a child I held my moms hand

As I grow up I can be

As strong as an oak tree

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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