My Hide and seek poem
I slip around the back of the feed shed i'm covered in horse feed sacks and hay i hear the finish counting they will never find me here. I hear them creep up to the shed and whispering the trees hold their breath .The horses don't make a sound everyones found so I come out and say IVE WON!!! But no one's there to here me.
BY RUBY R-W
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