Poem of the Day: 24 May 2005

What kind of fool doth leave us trees
Hewn and hacked in his wake
For nothing but his own schemes?

What kind of fool fails to see this folly
And heaves down another ancient being
Older than he by a thousand years?

This is the madness of modern times
This is the fault of human minds
This is the great irony
Too obvious to be seen by most

And those who see it aren’t heard

Eli M. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#214)

The wind hurls through the window
         I cover myself with blankets
Try to wrap them around me tightly
        I hope the cold air leaves.

Sean W. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#215)

They mock you
They are copycats with feathers.
It is a living voice mirror.

Forbes W. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#216)