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Poem: Home in the Mountains

The smell of the fresh rainy air when you go outside in the morning

The bright warm sun glistening through the trees and onto your face

The faint sound of the waves crashing by the river

The birds chirping in the trees

And the whistling of the train chugging along the railroad

This is home in the mountains

Jordyn Henry, 7th-grader

Durango