Poem of the Day: 29 Mar 2005

I’m done
done for good
done, and I hope everyone knows
I’m done
The wrinkles are too big on my forehead
The pain sinks too deep
I’m done, done for good.

Gracie W. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#962)

The sweat was dripping down her forehead
We ran,
but she froze.
We yelled,
but someone else was playing with her voice.
Then she fell,
and was caught,
swallowed up into a cage of horror.

Alison H. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#963)

The stones are smooth
The waters chill
It carves a groove
Upon the hill.

It runs through field
And mountain slopes
Rocks for it yield
As it gropes.

It sprays through the air
And under the earth
Its waters fair
Make laughing girth.

A stream is small
But it can drown an ant.
            
(sonnet)

Ashton K. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#964)