Not As Pure
A poem by an 11 year old student under my name. I take no credit except for being the teacher.
Not as pure as the meadowlark
Is not something on which most would remark
Neither as pure as the meadowlark
Not as pure as the sky so blue
Not as common either, but both phrases are true
Neither as pure as the sky so blue
Not as pure as the grass so green
Yet more beautiful than anything you've seen
Neither as pure as the grass so green
Not as pure as the mountains so tall
A faint sound from the end of the hall
Neither as pure as the mountains so tall
Not as pure as a brittle winter frost
But they are love and life
And only one can be lost
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