Poem of the Day: 24 Jun 2005

A red leaf
falls to the ground
a toad jumps over the leaf
a rotten log is falling apart
a cold stone is buried under mud
a stick is thrown into the
water
an anthill gets stamped
on

Elizabeth P. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#338)

“Oh, please,” says the violet, full of woe.
“Don’t pick me now, I have yet to grow.”

The little hand, sticky from a lollipop
withdraws its grip and a little tongue wags with wonder.

“Thank you kindly,” said the violet (the child’s wonder continuous)
But then an elephant plucked it up, whose trunk was very sinuous.

Hannah S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#339)

“Why does there lie a grimace on thy face?”
“To eat you not would be a wolf’s disgrace.”
The spotted wolf grinned on and spoke to me:
“Real wolves think not of freeing meals,” said he.
“Oh, please,” I begged. “Consider me not here.”
And from my eye there dropped a crystal tear.
Since sympathy is short in wolves’ cold hearts,
A tear would not make sweet what was so tart.
“Without this meal I’ll surely starve, my pup.”
And with that said, he promptly ate me up.

Hannah S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#340)