THE FOG

by Ana Ceci Eggleton Garza


There's not much to say, beautiful is the word, it's a
Nice place, quiet, shining and something else.
 

The leaves fall down pretty nice it looks like the fog
Come, and everything makes you nothing at all.

There's not much to say, beautiful is the word, byebye
Pretty fog tomorrow morning you will be my home.
 

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I live in Valles, Mexico and am 11 years old. I have been writing poems for severals years. I write them in Spanish since it is easier for me to express what I feel.

I wrote this poem in class because there I was inspired . I feel something fresh in my heart and write it, mostly about life and death.