Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Found Poetry



     It's about not taking stuff for granted like your home. (The blue parts are the home and red is the fire.) Retta stood looking at her old home and saw it for the last time. It was damaged and beyond repair. She knew her sister couldn't take the sight so she told her to stay in the car. Afterwards, she tells her to leave in an apologetic tone because she did not get to see the home. They left before it got worse since they were in the dry desert.

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