Okay I went to camp a while ago and I wrote this poem. It's call a pantoum and I think it's really cool.
It's called
On The Moon
While on the moon we leapt so high
The air was black and cold
We had gone so far we were the sky
As we kicked up the dust that was centuries old
The air was black and cold
But miles away shone the sun
As we kicked up the dust that was centuries old
We jumped and danced and had much fun
But miles away shone the sun
And further still it seemed the earth
Though we jumped and danced and had much fun
We missed our home our place of birth
And further still it seemed the earth
We had gone so far we were the sky
We missed our home our place of birth
But on the moon we could not cry
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Walker/Flyer
Short StoryWhen a they send a girl to space, they usually mean for her to come down. Asia Walker is seven years old, the youngest person to ever have been to space. Asia's parents have abused and hurt her all her life. They thought she wouldn't amount to anyth...
