Poem of the Day: 6 Apr 2005

A black scar
Sewn across his face
Many years of battle
Embedded in his countenance.

His arm a shard ripped
In by an
Unknown Soldier
His veins pulsing with
Tainted blood.

His torso
The burnt remains
Of a once
Sturdy man.

His legs long since
Been unusable
After that
Unforgettable blow.

Julius G. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#22)

little people live
in my water bottle
and “I feed them drops of corn syrup
on post-it notes

Ruby S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#23)

One day
One night
Passes
The mind wanders
The hope of a new day
Burns in the
Soul of everyone
One day
One night
Passes

Ari E. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#24)