FarmhouseA Poem by Tamara Moon It's about my friend's great-grandparent's farmhouse. FARMHOUSE I walk up the creaking stairs in the farmhouse. On a little coffee table there is a doily. It has crocheted roses. Downstairs there is an old desk, an ancient radio. Out back are bushes. Blueberry bushes. This little farmhouse... How long will it last?
© 2010 Tamara MoonAuthor's Note
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Tamara MoonAboutHi, I'm Tamara or Tammy. I'm a Wrilet, a writer under 18. I'm actually turning 11 soon. I like to write about wolves. I believe they are majestic and misunderstood. I'm also against fox hunting and a.. more..Writing
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