I move into a strange land,
An awfully faraway place.
I glance around and take a step;
A look of fright is on my face.
This new world seems different.
It’s bizarre; I’m insecure.
Yet I’m comforted by the weather;
The air is fresh and pure.
The breeze blows in off the mountains
And the sea air is incredibly clean.
The hills are gentle subjects who
Are ruled by a mountain queen.
I step into my new home,
Followed by my dad
I see kids playing in the park;
“Maybe this isn’t so bad.”
Now I’m not a change addict-
I’m perfectly happy without.
But life may shift
It always does
And is it really so bad to reroute?
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I'm just wondering are these your real feelings about life? Or are you just writing to impress. I really think that one person was impressed. Your way of comparing things I would not imagine people comparing together was not lacking one bit!
It's really hard when you're about to move, even schools. When I knew I was going to transfer from TJ to HB, I nearly cried my butt off. This is a very good poem. It's nice.
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