Poem of the Day: 5 Apr 2005

What does
this tear on
my cheek represent?
Sorrow?
Pain?
Hatred?
The rain?

Eliza S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#18)

Once I was picking flowers for
my sick mother.

The first flower I picked struggled
out of my hand

The second hopped into my
basket and curled up and slept.

The third ran away and I had to chase it
for miles and miles until I could get it.

The fourth even made me stand
on my head and do jumping jacks before I could take it

Finally I got all of them together
and I took them to my mother.

There was only one there, the
one fast asleep.

Sophie B. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#19)

Autumn is sad, gray
Biting wind
Cold frost numbs
Summer sun has gone away
Snarling winter comes
Autumn is fire bright
Orange leaves
Fall feels best
Heaven’s filled with mellow light
Trees in shining dress.

Diana M. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#20)