Sara and her friend, Meridythe wrote this poem at school:
Noble Creature
As the sun rises upon a sleeping man
Waking the earth's creatures
In the fresh morning he works
So perfect and peerless
As the sharp wind of the north
Brings sweet air
A beautiful goddess came.
She said, “Honorable Man,
Please listen close:
You are at th' rope of your destiny
To fly
To swim
To ride on the curled clouds.”
Sweet sprites fly around her
As she disappears.
By Sara & Meridythe
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