Poem of the Day: 15 Jun 2005

Sunken eyes sag subtly
a mouth so small, it’s invisible
graceful hands slung over warped wood
a body stiff, deep in thought
faceless and morose.

Catherine C. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#302)

“are YOU coming?”
“you WILL be late!”
“I’ll BE there in a second!”
“the teacher will be mad.”
“the teacher would have KILLED by then.”

Casey M. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#303)

Autumn feels like a cold good thing
Where everything is ripe and is getting ready
For the cold. All the trees are pink and red.
If there were no autumn I think I would be dead.

Reed B. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#304)