This little poem is one of Rachel Field's less-well-known ones; but I love the imagery in it.
Some people
by Rachel Field
Isn’t it strange some people
make you feel so tired inside,
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up
like leaves all brown and dried!
But when you’re with some other ones,
But when you’re with some other ones,
it’s stranger still to find
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies
all shiny in your mind!
I want to be one of those last people, don't you?
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Wtt Duz The Poem Mean?:p
Amy Iz Soooze Weirdz:]]
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