Eleven is the age of my little sister

Eleven is the number of years we have been

living in my house

Eleven leaves flying.flying past my window

Eleven tennis balls made it over the net

Eleven pages ready

In Eleven minutes

Eleven ladies chatting,

At Eleven o’clock

Eleven children playing;,

Eleven children crying,

As Eleven soldiers march, march off to war

Eleven broken hearts weeping.

By Lydia Drown

Tripp Middle School

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