Poem of the Day: 20 Apr 2005

Cold winds blowing at the house.
Leaves crunch at every step I take.
The air is whooshing at my warm fleece.
I’m flying through autumn.

Kate H. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#78)

I see the crisp, cool
Iceberg
Floating down the stream.
I see two penguins
Playing
I see them smile.
I see icicles
Hanging from trees
Like spiny fingers
Waiting to grab you.

I see the arctic.

Emma O. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#79)

The green soap drips down my window
and lands splashing on the car wash cement.

Bronagh D. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#80)