NIGHTS ON THE FIELD BY COSETTE CARTER
Late afternoon sun
Beats down on the ground
A CASTLE MADE OF SAND , WE BUILT AND
Pink , orange , and red paint the sky
SCULPTED , MELTED AWAY SO EASILY BY
Water drips off the damp grass
THE PUSH AND PULL OF THE DEEP BLUE
Onto the unsuspecting ankles
Of those marching through Dark clouds gather in the distance By the mountains on the horizon Still far away , but close enough to feel the end
AFTER THE FIGHT BY AMANDA GLIBBERY
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