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Eleanor Rask

Peaches

Biting into a plump,
Succulent peach

Puncturing through the saccharine skin
With my teeth.

Breaking through to ripe flesh
Sweet juice fills my cheeks
And trickles down my chin.

Sticky fingers and sunshine
A bundle of hay suffices as a seat
Pricking me in the leg
But I am not bothered;
Nothing can bother me here.

Land stretches on for
Miles and miles.
Filled with so much life,
And wisdom.

Acres of peach groves
And blue skies.
I could stay here forever.

There is so much to tell,
But so few words
To describe
The true beauty
Of Georgia.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]