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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

I recently graduated from the Youth Choir at my church and got my cross back. It has ten different colored ribbons to symbolize how many years I have been singing there.
Ten ribbons
ten years.

The first year I got

light blue.

To symbolize new beginings,

and innocence.

The second year I got

dark blue,

to symbolize my ageing,

and progress in life.

The third year I got a

light purple ribbon,

to symbolize my voice,

how it graced our sanctuary for three years.

The forth year I got a dark purple ribbon,

and I was nearly royalty

to all the other

younger kids.

My fifth year I got

a mint ribbon,

I was leaving children's choir,

to sing with the older kids

My sixth year,

my first one in youth choir,

I got a dark green ribbon,

my first one of the start of my inner-church fame.

My seventh year

I got a yellow ribbon.

For friendship

just another year gone by to me.

My eighth year

came with

a pink ribbon

I started confermation and needed assurance

my ninth year,

I got a marroon ribbon

the color of blood.

I have my october accident, how fitting

Now I have ten ribbons,

the last a bright red.

and now I leave

for bigger things

I don't know where the years went

or whether I survived

but I can tell you

 they were the best years of my life.

Submitted: June 10, 2008

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