Poem of the Day: 25 May 2005

Feathers soft and pink
Like a down pillow,
Atop a mountain, a
Massive group of them stand there.
Into the night, they exit
Neatly, one by one. Soon, they have all
Gone
Off, home to sleep.

Margaret A. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#218)

This school is filled with...
Kids of all shapes and sizes
Some, crumbling papers
Some are big tapers
Some like soccer
Some are rockers
Some like lunch
Some like to hunch
But over all, it’s all the same
Every kid with his own fame.

Nayan G. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#219)

she had come in through the door
she was a child of nine.
I melted through the floor
but SHE didn’t know I wasn’t fire.

beautiful hair, dark as night
beautiful lips
red as blood but not to fright
skin white as snow
and even with the same sparkling glow
yet she was a foe!

Liya R. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#220)