Poem of the Day: 15 May 2005

I sat there sewing
my dress for the
ball. I was finally
done. So I got onto
the dance floor
and it ripped.
Darn it! But there is always next time.

Sophie B. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#178)

Autumn. The crisp air
blowing through my hair.
The leaf falls.
School calls.
The last days of summer:
What a bummer.
I walk the street,
listening to my feet
thinking how
autumn starts now.

Gideon N. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#179)

It’s a beautiful day
The wind blows me back and forth
Until I hear the dreaded sound.

It comes nearer and nearer
The machine’s big blade takes me
Away from that beautiful day.

Evie A. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#180)