The air is moist and somewhat hollow- metaphor
and my mouth is dry from the scorching heat- metaphor
as a drop of sweat tumbled down my face
I looked at the wild berries wondering if they would swell my face
I take a deep breath sucking in the earth’s hollow
the air is quiet and sounds lonely in the heat
as my body sucks in the earth’s heat
and while my sweat absorbs into my face
the trees are silent in the distance of the hollow.
You’ll see it in my face, this heat is dangerous lurking around in the hollow.
The only thing I capitalized is I and T. I did that because that is my rule of a poet.
Gorzycki Middle School
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