week12

By Skyler Edwards
Champlain Valley Union High School, Grade 11

He wonders whether he turned off the microwave
When he knows he did not use it today.
He wonders if he shut the bedroom windows
When he can see them from his car window.
He wonders if he let the dog out
When he knows the dog is in the back seat pouting.
In reverse and pulling out,

By Lauren Cutts
Hartford High School, Grade 10

By Lauren Patterson
Spaulding High School, Grade 12

His hair did reflect the October sun
Through his clear blue eyes projected true fun.
Amusement he found from calling her name
But when she sang his, she felt not the same.
Her heart became shattered and sad with shame
For another she loved whose heart was lame,
And now when she gazes into his blue eyes

By Katherine Nolan
Brattleboro Union High School, Grade 11

Twilight is a magical time. That plus the beauty of a thick snowy blanket made this evening almost miraculous. The sun was quickly disappearing behind the low line of pines that bordered my back yard. Although only 4:30, we all had the content sleepy feeling that came with drinking hot cocoa.

Patrick McCormack, a junior at Essex High School, says, “As I watch my neighbors pack up and move, my shadow seems to be the focal point of my morning. Summer always ends the same way it starts, and this exact moment reminds me of the begining.”

By Tomi Lee Kilburn
Spaulding High School, Grade 11

How can I believe that I can succeed,
I push myself too hard and I decline.
I always sit thinking while my cats feed,
If I do not try I am always fine.
Please make me understand why this is so,
Things do not come naturally to me.
When I try I feel like everyone’s foe,

By Mary Griffin
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Worn head,
Weave where fur once spread,
Softness in creases,
Colors? Washes instead.
New beneath bent tag,
Chipped black eyes,
Re-sewn arm,
Ragged ties.
Arching neck,
Tired frown,
Gentle slouch,
Impish clown.
My stuffed companion,
Crib-cry lend,
Old stuffed lion,
My dear friend.

By Lily Harris
Charlotte Central School, Grade 6

On a warm, sunny day in July, 1998, we stood in a circle in my huge back yard and planted my tree. My family and our very close friends were gathered to celebrate my adoption. The tree we planted is a red maple.

I have noticed over the years that my tree is a lot like me.

By Heather Rameau
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

You wouldn’t think that a movie ticket would mean very much to anyone, but to me it does. It may look like nothing, but that shriveled, wrinkled little scrap of paper with coffee stains and faded lettering from frequent trips through the washing machine means everything.

FacesSarah Hagan, a student at Mount Mansfield Union High School, says, “When seeing a face up close, one is able to see a person’s true emotions. A picture of someone’s face can also tell a story and show what a person is thinking and feeling. This picture is a girl blowing a bubble. Yet the girl shows calmness and relaxation. The colors in this picture express additional emotion. The many skin tones blend her face, making the picture feel peaceful and serene. The girl’s concentration on the bubble gives a feeling of silence and stillness.”

Note to Writers: Entries for the “Faces” prompt are due Jan. 24. Note to artists: Do you have a photo or piece of art you want to share? Click “submit art” above for more information.