Poem of the Day: 12 May 2005

The lonely desolate farmland.
A man working with a plough.
His work is laborious, he thinks
It is not worth it....
But it is.
In the end he will rejoice.

Sophia M. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#166)

a single square beam
of sunlight
filled with dust
and carrying the smell
of fresh-cut grass.

Hannah S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#167)

A house sits alone on a hill in the woods.
Its shutters are slanted,
The door is open ajar.
Inside a mouse skitters across the floor.
The table is set for two.
Not a sound is heard,
Until,
A door creaks open,
And then,
Bangs shut.
The house is soon alive,
Again.

Elissa W. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#168)