Eder - Vine Street Elementary - 5th grade
Peace is a place. It's like heaven when I die.
Peace is a smell. It smells like blueberry pancakes my mom makes.
Peace is a touch. It feels like when I touch my grandma's hands and face.
Peace is an animal. It's like when a bunny runs around the grass with its baby.
Peace is when my parents or my grandparents tell me I am a sweet boy.
Peace is a color. It's the color pink on a flamingo.
Peace is a sound. It sounds like when I hear the blue ocean water.
Peace is a song. It's like hearing Ray Charles on the piano.
Peace is me because I told stories to my grandma when I was three.
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