Poem of the Day: 26 May 2005

He is dead.
He is gone.
Why?
Why did god take him?
Now I don’t believe in him,
Even though I will tomorrow,
And won’t the day after.
God is a fickle friend.

Lucy M. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#222)

They will bring us with them when they go
They will bring us when it snows
They will take us to the west
And climb a tree that is taller than the sky
But it is small under the ground
We will build a house that’s wider than the world
But the world will be very skinny
We will build a boulder heavier than a mountain
But it will be lighter than a feather.

Marit D. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#223)

A stabbing of a knife
A stopping of a heart
A scream
A laugh
A defeat
A victory
A king dethroned
A usurper crowned
A new kingdom

Ari E. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#224)