Poem of the Day: 28 May 2005

Thin white
wispy hair
a parched
voice
clear eyes
a look
of wisdom

Elizabeth P. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#230)

I’m coming from school
I’m not here for you to look at me,
To touch me
To whistle at me
Or give me an immature grin
I have my rights, my life.
I am myself.

Ella G. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#231)

Something’s different
I can feel it in the air,
Well, maybe it’s not the air,
Just you
And me.

Emma J. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#232)