The Frozen Past
By: Stella Wu 6-7
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I am from rusty pruners Slicing its way
through tangling bushes
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From endless hiking On freezing Sundays
And muddy camping
On rainy school breaks
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I am from the house
With the biggest yard you see around
Wacky but strong
Listening to the vacuum
Making its way across the smooth floor
With the biggest yard you see around
Wacky but strong
Listening to the vacuum
Making its way across the smooth floor
I am from the boat of flowers
Swaying away in the sea of blossom
The buzzing sound of a bee
The pleasing scent of the garden
Swaying away in the sea of blossom
The buzzing sound of a bee
The pleasing scent of the garden
I am from the chilling train
Going from Dalian to Changchun
The tasty feast of New Year's Eve
Going from Dalian to Changchun
The tasty feast of New Year's Eve
From Coconut climbing around
As if he’s a monkey
From the “you’re in trouble” call from dad
With a very serious talk not far behind
As if he’s a monkey
From the “you’re in trouble” call from dad
With a very serious talk not far behind
I am from the ending point of the marathons
Cheering and chanting for dad
Waiting to see him emerge
From the corner to cross the finish line
Cheering and chanting for dad
Waiting to see him emerge
From the corner to cross the finish line