Poem of the Day: 11 Jun 2005

Wind at your back
An ocean of air forcing you forward
Withering leaves, red, brown and yellow
Undulating slowly
To fall, with sweet grace
Where they are trampled and crushed
Smashed flat to the ground
By the white flakes tumbling down upon them.

Catherine C. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#286)

The tracks ran
Through the woods
And ran over the trees
But when they finished
The ground was pushed down
And the trees weren’t
There it was a valley.

Marit D. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#287)

Some people have bad handwriting,
Some have good handwriting.
Some of the people who have bad handwriting
Wish it was better, the rest just don’t care.
Some people who have good handwriting
Feel proud, the others just don’t care.
    The people who don’t care,
        Use a computer.

Emma J. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#288)