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May 2017

It’s my last day with the old giants
in MORNING, I hike the lost trails
sniffing the aroma of the bark
that cinnamon of the forest.

Under tepees of wood
in a membrane of shadows,
I stalk the earth’s mammal traces,
its elusive tracks. I sit on a fallen log
where spiders macramé moss
sloping to my knees
unaware of invisibles within,
grubbing in their tunnels. . . . → Read More: May 2017

May 2017

Black Pen

A black pen runs smoothly over my paper,
I am writing down my fears and
I am writing to forget.
Darker as it dries,
I watch it like paint on the walls,
Hoping that people see I am busy and not approach.

I am cold, and as shivers go on marathons down my spine
I am reckless, writing against . . . → Read More: May 2017

May 2017

Believing in Myself

My fingers squeak and slide,
I play but I have already tried,
Many times since yesterday,
But I still tried again today

The violin just stares back at me,
Brown and lifeless as I see.
I walk away, disheartened to play,
But I will try again another day

A year later I try it again,
Walking into my little practice den,
I start to . . . → Read More: May 2017

May 2017


there once was a boy named will

who really liked to chill

so he sat on a chair

without great care

and now his butt looks like a pill

© 2017 Kyle C.
Chaparral Elementary School
Albuquerque, . . . → Read More: May 2017

April 2017

Words are Deep

Words, they cut like a knife
You never know what they can do
They can take your life from you

It comes like a trigger from a loaded gun
lots of damage can be done
so be careful, and watch out
for words are deep and they are loud

they come at you crystal clear
and you never know
what you will fear

© . . . → Read More: April 2017

April 2017

Goodbye Mom

I wish for nothing more
Than just one more day
I would give it all
Just to hear you say

Do you homework!
Clean your room!
Put away the laundry!
Eat with your spoon!

The least I could have done
Was give you the time of day
But I thought it uncool
And pushed you away

You tucked me into bed
Then left my room
The last time I . . . → Read More: April 2017

April 2017

My Little Bubble

Once I got some bubbly soap.
My first bubble looked like a very long rope.
Then I blew a very small bubble!

I jumped for joy when I blew,
it nearly popped on my shoe.
It almost flew way too high,
my bubble looked like it was shy.

“For goodness SAKES!” I said to myself.
“You could have popped on the shelf!”
Then . . . → Read More: April 2017

April 2017

The Coconut

Once I met a coconut
He said his name was Flea.
Then he told me his story
And it was a very sad one indeed.
“One day I forgot I was in a tree
So I started dancing
And oh, woe was me!
I fell right out of that tree
And came splashing down into the sea.”

© 2017 Thea G.
Jackson Elementary School
Jackson, . . . → Read More: April 2017

March 2017


Roast beef, salami, lunch meat
The wonders
Savory, tasteful, waterfalls of drool
One bite
Two bites
Cheese melting in my mouth
Or was it melted before?
One may never know
Grape jelly be jumin’ to be exact
Don’t Discriminate
Sandwhitches come in all shapes and sizes
Circular, round, triangular, octangle
I love them all
Mysterious and magical
Creative as could be
Sandwhitches, How I love thee

© 2017 Alexanda B.
Springville Griffith Institute
Springville, . . . → Read More: March 2017

March 2017

The Polar Poem

I awoke to the sounds of a roar.
So loud and fierce,
yet so … beautiful.
I looked out my window and wiped away the frost,
but only then did I find a blinding sight.
It huffed and puffed,
fogging up everything in its path.
I rushed outside to get a glimpse,
but it stopped …
when it arrived at my house.
Someone rang . . . → Read More: March 2017