Cliff (an acrostic poem)

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Coming up to the edge and looking down

Leaves her feeling butterflies in the stomach and light headed

It makes her feel like she could fly if she just had faith and took that last step.

Focusing on that feeling, she makes her decision and closes her eyes, allowing herself to drop

Falling backward, she lands on a pillow of grass, happy with her choice

Meadow ( an acrostic poem)

 

Meandering through the tall grass

Enjoying the soft sunlight trickling from the cloud speckled sky

All while admiring the punches of flowery color

Dotting the serene landscape

Overhead hawks played among the updrafts

Winding down a perfect day

 

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