More is Less
I bet you've never heard of my home.
A little village near a little town.
You'll know my country, the UK, though.
I'm here waiting for summer to roll around.
Tregrehan is like it's own little world,
The waterfalls, the woods.
It's a pretty, pretty place for this girl.
And I swear it won't give up it's goods.
The planning for houses nearby
Will not go ahead, I hope.
No tall buildings to reach for the sky,
Even without the jobs we'll cope.
There's no reason to ruin the place I love,
With your plans and your 'eco'-ness.
My faith rains from high above,
Because here more is definitely less.
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This is just a little poetic exercise that C3Lady had my class do this past year in English :) The original idea came from George Ella Lyon. Basically, you just write a poem that reflects who you are and where you come from. Your background especially.
You can use items, places, etc. Anything that gives us a sense of who you are! It's collaborative, so tell us where you're from!
(Be nice, and have fun. Make sure to comment on other's work, especially if you rate it)
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was posted on Apr 10, 2011 by
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"Just a little poetic exercise.. Tell us where you're from!"
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