Sitting high
Upon this gentle rock
I dream of the river
Rising up
It swallows me up
And pushes me along
It subsides
I find myself
In a new world
A world of water
I am a ship
In a raging storm
My ship starts to sink
I am dying
I wake up
I find my self
Covered in water
Sitting on the used to be
High gentle rock
by Melanie (age 10)
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