The Move

by Susan Wilson, age 7

November, 1999
The tiny creek runs through the great canyon
Taking with it dusty Idaho soil
The bubbling churning fountain flows through the rusty holes
Taking with it sweet Idaho water
The everlasting wind rolls along the waving prairie grasses,
Taking with it rippling hot Idaho air
The old creaking station wagon bumps past large fields on the gravel road
Taking me to a new life.

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