I think I saw someone, squealed a little girl dashing ahead of her parents. The voices were louder than I remembered. Their footsteps drew closer; I could hear every crunch in the path as they walked. Where was I? Who were they? Why me? These three questions raced through my mind as I laid under a thicket of thorns. I knew that we should not have snuck onto the park, but it was too late now, we were caught. I cautiously turned my head and saw my friend getting ready to make a run for it. I tried to move, but my leg wouldn't budge. In that instant, I freed my leg and ran through the thorns, all the while I dared not turn my head incase of being caught. Once I crossed the brook, I peered back to see if my friend had followed. Once I saw that he followed, I sighed with relief, letting the adrenaline surge out of my body.
When I overheard someone says that Shihab Nye would be coming during announcements, I did not know what to expect. I loved reading Mint Snowball, and even though that was the only narrative I read written by Shihab, I already thought that she was a great writer. Before I knew it, Shihab Nye had started reading various poems. The poems had minds of their own. Every poem took me to a different world. Next, they sucked me into listening and getting lost in words. I never knew that a song could captivate a human in that way. Each poem was better than the last. Soon I felt and saw the world of poetry. Shihab Nye had shown me the wonders of a poem.
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