THE GETAWAY BY TREVOR HILL (DECEASED SON) 2008 Poem
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Aug 2009 894 Views 0 comments
THE GETAWAY BY TREVOR HILL (DECEASED SON) 2008
Author: Unknown
THERE IS A LITTLE PLACE I GO. FOR A WINTER GETAWAY IN THE SNOW. IT IS'NT VERY BIG, YOU SEE- BUT FOR SOME,IT'S A LAND OF FANTASY. THERE ARE NO UNICORNS HERE, ONLY HORSES,COWS AND DEER.LITTLE INDIANS SIT IN THE TOWN SQUARE,SELLING JEWELRY HERE AND THERE. TURQUOISE,SILVER AND GOLD. AT THE END OF THE DAY IT'S USUALLY SOLD. MANY PEOPLE COME TO SKI,BUT MOST COME FOR ITS BEAUTY. HOT BATHS ARE NO PROBLEM HERE,AND WHEN YOUR DONE,YOUR MIND IS CLEAR. PEOPLE FROM EVERY RACE COME TO STAY AT THIS LITTLE PLACE. AND NOW I'LL TAKE THE TIME TO SAY, THE PLACE I GO IS CALLED SANTA FE.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
MY SON HAYDEN TREVOR HILL WROTE IT IN THE 8TH. GRADE. IT WON THE GWENDOLYN BROOKS POETRY CONTEST. TREVOR DECEASED MARCH 16 2008. HE IS DOING GODS WORK NOW. HE WAS A GREAT POET. THIS POEM IS IN GOLDEN MAGAZINE. HE WAS 29 YEARS OLD. I LOVE YOU SON 'DAD'