Oh, the memories we make

As we stand there, the joyful memories throughout our ears,

Silently warning us of the coming night,

As the time too soon approaches, our eyes they close and flutter open,

But to our dismay we watch the land that stopped our tears fly away,

And all we think is: Oh, the memories we make.

Tyler Swartzendruber is a seventh grade writer. He wrote this poem and submitted it for publication.

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