My youth is falling,
Down with the colored leaves.
The smell of pecan pie
will wish me happy birthday
I’ll float on the aroma of Thanksgiving,
and visualize what
my new life
will bring to me.
My Youth by Evangeline Bryant
My youth is falling,
Down with the colored leaves.
The smell of pecan pie
will wish me happy birthday
I’ll float on the aroma of Thanksgiving,
and visualize what
my new life
will bring to me.
i like the tone of the poem and i like the picture
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Love the metaphor and imagery!
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I can relate to this poem a lot! I really like the imagery used, especially the part about “floating on the aroma of Thanksgiving”! ovo)b
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The use of fall as an analogy for maturing is brilliant. Because fall is usually the time where the old leave die and new ones are born.
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AYEEEE WE’RE SISTERS GO HEAD GIRL!!!
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i could picture its saying in my head
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