Salty AirA Poem by Tamara MoonIt's about my little part of Maine that I visit sometimes.MAINE I walk down the road. Its name sounds like tuna. There's a soda fountain this way. I deeply desire an ice cream soda. I walk down another road. I believe it's called Old Orchard. It goes to the beach, which goes to a pier. I crave the famous Pier Fries. Down another road of the crossroad I go. I am not sure what it's called. I'm walking to Palace Playland. I long for the thrill of the roller coaster. Now I walk along the last road. Taking a left gives me a back road to Hewett's, and a breakwater on the ocean. Here I yearn to spend my time eating fish and seeing cats.
© 2010 Tamara MoonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTamara 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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