By Daniel Ware
Student Writing Awards, first place, poetry category
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The ground is moistened earth and planted trees.
In the center is a sculpted, bent spring.
Yellow surrounds this monumental ring.
“Caution” it reads, standing out from debris.
I would stop and admire, but I freeze
from the cold that chills my bones and may bring
me to my knees. Still, it’s captivating.
I cannot turn my gaze, apologies.
You may think it strange that I stand spellbound
by an unfinished scene. Can you not see
the romance of disrepair, often found
in dilapidated things? A soft plea
heard just by me, to exist, if we agree,
another chance at life to give this place.
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