Poem of the Day: 3 May 2005

The white curtains in the window
are always drawn,
at least when ever I walk past them.
Who lurks behind them?
I walked past the house one night,
the white curtains had been opened.
A little girl sat there,
I waved, she looked right through me.
The next day,
The white curtains were drawn.
They always are.

Margaret A. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#130)

Many boys have their own dreams
But they’re not quite sure what they mean.

Nayan G. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#131)

Bam kapow
I don’t know how
On the floor
A closed door
No heartbeat
A patter of feet
He is asleep
Not a peep.

Gideon N. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#132)