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Clare Garberg

Within Reach

I could feel it there,

Perched upon the breeze.

But of me it was unaware,

Floating there with ease.

I could have touched,

Its ruffled feathers.

But I kept my fingers clutched,

In my palm altogether.

It climbed, the bird,

Higher, higher in the sky.

I stopped, and nothing was heard,

Before the wind rushed by.

I watched it go,

Take my message far away.

He will get it in a day or so,

I thought as the bird faded into grey.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]