Poem of the Day: 4 Apr 2005

I    sat      on     the      edge    of
the  cliff,  my  feet  dangled
in   the    spray    of    cool
foam.  The  rushing  and
crashing filled my ear
the   sound   like
an    irritated
hyperactive
conch  
shell

Julius G. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#14)

Autumn feels like winter
Because the air is so cold
However it can sometimes be as warm as summer
But autumn is still beautiful
Whichever way you look at it.

Autumn air is crisp and clean
The wind is blowing
The leaves are falling
The trees turn bright red.

In the houses the heat is on
The windows closed
The fire is lit
It is cold.

Gideon D. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#15)

a rather large, irregular rock
with moss growing out of its ears
it’s so old,
a mat of dry leaves,
a squirrel’s nut cellar
a place for a dreamer.

Hannah S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#16)