Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Poem from Brooke, Emily, and Kevin

Sweet Scents in Hershey, Pennsylvania

The factory building on top of the hill
breaths black smoke
like a bellowing blanket suffocating the clouds
behind belittling air, scent of sweets
taunting our tastebuds

Tickled the tummies of the traveling tourists
Black masks reality, while sugars spread
Workers craft treats for travelers
And the youth enjoys it's bounty
It's a bitter sweet symphony.

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