Poem of the Day: 13 Apr 2005

I woke up one morning
and opened my closet.

Right before my eyes I saw
my dresses and my shirts dancing
together and my radio on, playing
one of Beethoven’s sonatas.

And while my shirts and dresses
were at it, my pants were
flirting with my fur coat!

What a morning that
Was!

Sophie B. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#50)

4:14 the clock ticks on,
time goes on every day, every minute, every day
older every second, every minute, every day
decades gone by, time getting older
older, everything gets older, and one day
it will die.

Charlotte C. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#51)

On Sunday
sometimes
we all sit down
to dinner
all of us
at the big table
if you run your hand over it
you feel the etchings of countless pictures
a dragon head
mixed with some letters
and a human face
On Sundays
sometimes
we all sit down
to dinner.

Justin H. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#52)