I Stood

I stood next to the Grand Canyon and

I tossed my troubles in--

what had once been large to me was now a grain of sand.

 

I stood next to our presidents in monumental form

and I wondered their opinion

of the world into which I was born.

 

I stood on top of a mountain,

wide-eyed, alive, and free

and decided this was the me I always wanted to be

 

I stand much differently now than when the trip began

I take my cares for what they are and alleviate my stress

I look to me role models and remeber to say "I can."

I take each day with long strides and remember to grow.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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