Poem of the Day: 10 May 2005

A skeleton key is turned
And a mind full of poems and
Thoughts
Is explored
With tiny flashlights and
Tiny fingers
Strumming the sonnets and syncope.

Hannah S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#158)

A group of desks with
A cluster of chairs sitting far from
The garbage can.
A cabinet near
The telephone where
Sometimes people talk.
The folders with
The notebooks in the backpacks.
The pencils hit
The paper with either boredom or excitement.

Chloe S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#159)

Wind is a peaceful creature
of the almighty Mother Nature.
Wind gets angry when you
hurt Mother Nature and blows away
the harmers.

Forbes W. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#160)