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Young Laurreates: The Mountain
I sit upon my plot of land and look down upon the rest I am quiet and still Hardly a sound comes from me But the nature below me is not so, They screech and howl and cry and whine Oh! What sounds they make. Some of them, The loudest by far, Climb up my slopes with their Tools and Claws Until they have conquered my banks And have reached my Tip They look down upon What I have always seen And exclaim in Joy For what they have achieved And climb back down, My treacherous slopes With their Tools and Claws And everything else And I am alone yet Again, Me
Allison Carruthers, sixth grade, Canyon Ridge Middle School
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