sky

Trees and the Seven Seas

I wish I could give you the ocean,
the moon and the trees,
the stars,
the lakes, and the seven seas.

I wish I could give you the hills,
the valleys and the sun,
the sky,
the fields and flowers by the ton.

Stop,
look until you find it,
not once, but twice,
because it’s all there.

~Hannah Luce

The frozen sky is
Stretched tight
Enclosing us
Overwhelming us,
With its icy stare
A gray sheet
Dark, dark and cruel
Punishing, foreboding
Pelts us with frozen drops
Sinister, unjust

At least that's our perception

But what if
The sky
Is just a lonely, miserable
Frozen dream?
The dark trees scratch at it
Injuring it with their cruel claws
Setting it apart
Far apart
Leaving it alone,
Friendless
Who can say
That they're friends with the sky?

We curse the sky
The trees cruelly mock it
Make it cry gray tears
Tears of longing
Longing to be loved,
Longing to be accepted
Longing not to be
Set so far apart from us
Longing to be warm,
Not so cold and faraway
Like it is
All alone
Miles and miles from the closest friend

Who can say they love the sky?

I love to fly kites.
Carries my back upon wax-paper wings
to home where we would play marbles in the sand.
Looking up at the sky,
I see my wax-paper memories
waltz and dive on the wind's current.
When i look into the sun,
I see the same masterpiece as I would anywhere else that has wind.
The sun shone just as brightly
as it does now
and warms the faces of those who look upon it,
just as much as the faces of home.
The kites plead to the spool's string
for it to snap and for my
childhood to fly limitlessly
to wherever the wind may reach.

I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clocks screaming, monsters calling my name.
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me,
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.

In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullaby [flowers]
I lie inside my self for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me [flowers]

Don't say i'm out of touch

Winterview

By Bridget Iverson
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9

Cold glistens soft azure high
A gleaming blue that sucks the eye.
Land sucks his frozen breath in
To stretch clouds wispy in the wind.
Closer slumbering hills lie
Trees shoulder loads of snow nearby.
Prints betray where I have been
Through dried beige stalks and their brown kin.

I made this the other day

One there was a small girl called Willow. Each night before gonig to sleep, Willow's mother would tuck her in, singing soft lullubies, or telling her tall tales of knights in shining armor and princesses with long golden hair. One night Willow asked her mother a question that had been puzzling her for some time.
"Mama, why does the sky get dark at night?"
Her mother smiled.

Earth and Sky

By Emily Lyman
Mater Christi, Grade 4

The sky
is made for light things
the ground
for heavy
The sky carries
swift winds
and birds
with feathered wings
and golden or silver light
that dances down
to the earth below

The land carries
slow-moving elephants
and two-legged people
It carries
green plants and blue water

Without the land there would be no sky