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Best Poems From
KYLEE BARTZ
(9-12-96 (September 12,1996))
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The Cherry Blossom Tree
The sun shines down.
Pink flowers glow softly.
A gentle breeze rustles the leaves.
Birds flutter about the branches.
A young girl sits below it.
Relaxing in the shade.
The sweet smell of cherry blossoms fills the air.
And I know
I am home.
Kylee Bartz
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War is...
War is ugly
War is gruesome
War is cold and heartless
War is unforgiving
War is brutal
War is vicious
War is cruel and twisted
War is scary
War is terrible and stupid
War is evil
War is destructive
That is war
Kylee Bartz
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What is Purple?
Purple is a mystery.
Purple is happiness.
Purple is home.
Purple is a sanctuary.
And Purple is my own.
A little place in my mind.
A little sunshine in my day.
Purple is who I am.
And Purple is magic.
Kylee Bartz
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American Civil War
As I watch my comrades fall,
I cant help but think of how lucky I am to be alive.
Blood is everywhere.
The blood of the people around me splatters across my face
And into my mouth.
I can hardly see who I'm shooting at.
The smoke is so thick
I am blinded by a cloud of toxic gray.
A cannon ball just went through a horse.
In one end
And out the other.
The poor creature crashes to the ground with a thud.
The Rebels are starting to retreat.
Or are they?
A charge of men with bayonets attack us.
We fire at them, fast as lightning.
Heavy lead bullets bury themselves in the enemies' skulls.
Hardly a single Reb is left.
And then they retreat.
Once the battle is over, I am glad we had a hill,
Glad we had the advantage.
Glad I survived the first Battle of Gettysburg.
Kylee Bartz
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