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If you haven't guessed I wrote this poem about the book The Giver. It's a really good book if you haven't read it. This was written for a project in my Language Arts class at school.
Read and review, please!
The Recieving of Memories
His hands on my back,
My busy mind going slack.
A terrifing memory,
Started to fill me.
War and blood,
I would scream if I could.
His hands leave me,
I gasp, with labored breathing.
He looks at me with sad eyes,
This is leading to his demise.
With a tearful look,
He motions, I'm off the hook.
As I ride home,
I decide I want to be alone.
These memories I do hate,
But I recieve them,
Because the Giver's thirst I must sate.
Read and review, please!
The Recieving of Memories
His hands on my back,
My busy mind going slack.
A terrifing memory,
Started to fill me.
War and blood,
I would scream if I could.
His hands leave me,
I gasp, with labored breathing.
He looks at me with sad eyes,
This is leading to his demise.
With a tearful look,
He motions, I'm off the hook.
As I ride home,
I decide I want to be alone.
These memories I do hate,
But I recieve them,
Because the Giver's thirst I must sate.