Off to the beach we go
To the home of something we don’t know
Is it the home of the jabberjay?
Or the place the fog does not stay away?
Is it the place where the blood rain falls?
Or where lightning hits the tree so tall?
To the next beach we all roam
This place is definitely not home
Who are we, you might say
Just past victors, a living display

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First of the group is tall, small me
Looking up past the lightning tree
I lay down on my palm leaf mat
Watching the baker swat away a nat
Gray eyes meet blue
And next thing I knew
My “husband’ is laying next to me, hands on my belly
Talking about our fake baby and healing jelly

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Next is the baker and the painter
His blonde hair and blue eyes is not of a miner
He lied to the public about me having our baby
But that could be an advantage, maybe, just maybe
He loves me this I know
But a family with Peeta is a road I chose not to go
Next to me, I hear not a peep
I turn in his arms, to see he fell sleep

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I carefully sit up and see
Sarcastic Johanna sitting in a tree
She looks down at me with her mean eyes
As, up above a seagull flies
Her strongest weapon is an axe
And you can tell by the way she acts
That she does not want to be
Watching over me

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My eyes fall to the old man
Through all this, I don’t know how he can stand
Beetee or Volts is pale with glasses
Being an inventor makes him higher in the classes
He is as smart as a whip
His projects never seem to slip
He sits alone with his wire
While I sit and conspire

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Last of us all
Is Finnick, tan and tall
With his bronze hair and sea greens eyes
His weapon, a trident, through water it flies
He has a love back home named Annie
Even though she has gone crazy and batty
He loves her all the same
Which makes me wonder of the reputation of his name

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I had to do a prologue type poem and I chose to do it on Catching Fire. In this prolgue, we had to descirbe 5 people going to the same place. Every 2 lines have to rhyme. I have to write a conclusion but Johanna and Beetee’s stanzas might need some help, Along with a few lines of Peeta’s