i
Go
to lakes and
only put my feet in
Water
is cold so I do not
Swim
hear the Water still
as if it were glass
Play
volleyball on the grass
Laugh
I Win
we
Go
to other houses
eat
Special Food you only get here
Lamb
Rice
Salad
Baklava
eastern european
Delight
at Peace
my home away from home
Montenegro
Harvest Collegiate High School, New York, New York
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I’ve never been to Montenegro, but it looks similar to the places I visit in Colorado. Your poem reminds me of the cold mountain run-off water that looks so enticing to get in, but when you do, it is extremely cold! I believe there are wonderful healing qualities to places like this, even if it only means finding a small bit of peace. Thank you for sharing.