The mountains here are bluer than the deep blue sea I don't know how i cope, but i feel they look at me. They stare all through the day And they stare all through the night I hate to close the blinds, but i really think i might I feel their voices calling, asking for me It is very, very scary, i feel that i should flee. I wan't to go to Australia and see the sky so blue But that is just a dream i have I know it won't come true. written bye louise Klempfner 11 years old. (the writer of The Dreaded Phone)
Reason for writing:
i wrote this poem because my older brother needed a poem for school. While he was looking for one i wrote this. (he didn't use it!)
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