week27-08

Ocean

By Emma Webster
Lyme School, Grade 7

Roaring waves
Of tumultuous thunder
Beat upon the beach.

Drops of foam
Dance like pixies,
Just beyond my reach.

The slimy rocks,
White with salt,
Which force the waves to breach.

Shells are swept
Upon the shore
White from the ocean’s bleach.

All four elements
Make up the strand,
All for the other to teach

One Knee

By Sam Finley
Lyme School, Grade 7

Under a red sky
He gets on one knee to ask
Tears, and loving hugs.

My Room

By Kaitlin Olsen
Lyme School, Grade 7

The clothes on my floor
Blanket the ground like lush green grass
On the forest floor
My dresser leans up against my green walls
Like a rock just lying there in the middle of the forest
My closet full of clutter
Like leaves and twigs lazily lying on the cold dirt
My bed is a well full of nourishment
With a blanket of snow

Soccer is my favorite sport
On the ball at all times
Creative way to get out and play
Coolest sport in the world
Energetic and fun way to get exercise
Really fun and cool

Vengeance

By Katy Turner
Bellows Free Academy St. Albans, Grade 9

I've been here all day,
making up insults,
burning through my stubborn mind.
Instead visions play back like old movies,
except the characters are oh so familiar,
and the end too
predictable.
I've never been one for vengeance,
but now can't get enough.
Power-hungry, I struggle,
just to get the upper hand.

Cover It Up

By Nicole Ann Buskey
Missisquoi Valley Union High School, Grade 11

A doodle, black as night
Covers immortal words
That I’ll always know are there
Even after we are done
If we left them uncovered
They would pierce us like thorns
Making us bleed the ink of them
So I cover the words
And cover our wounds
So we won’t have to bleed
I love you’s anymore

Morning Child

By Camille Bower
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9

Even though her
eyes drip with
black paint and
her hair is
dyed black and her
jeans are ripped and
fraying and
written on with
notes about
suicide and
Jesus and
pot,

the way she is
slowly rocking
back and forth
to the music fed
from her i pod,

the way her eyes
are closed,
gently like

A Bitter Moment

By Will Stamp
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 11

Defeat

By Bailey Walker
Home Schooled, Grade 8

I used to sit
On the warm
Grass
In the sunlight
And pray.

I'd pray for
My mom,
My dad,
My brothers
And grandparents,
My aunts and
Uncles,

And those things
That did not
Belong so
Directly
To me.

I'd pray for
The earth
That I live on,
I'd pray for the
Water
That I drank,
I'd pray for the
Air that I breathed

Amaranthine Earth

By Lindsey Goudreau
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 11

I flew outside and down the steps,
The world an amaranth of lore.
Never was there a forest so large
With so much to explore.

To the west Phoebus slid
Crimson behind the trees.
And to the north a zephyr
Danced among the leaves.

Moseying down to our Muddy Miss,
We pondered the length of a day.

Whisper

By Robert Knox
Rutland High School, Grade 11

I need
Just a whisper
Just some word
That it's all right
Nothing's wrong
Just a whisper
In the wind
Would satisfy me
So please
Give it to me
Just a whisper
Don't walk away
All I want
Is a whisper
To tell me
Everythng's fine
Between us
Please
All I need
Is a
Whisper

Spring Riding

By Cody Schwarz
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Mud is the best part of the spring
When you get a bunch of friends together
Riding their racing quads or ATVs
Out till lunch on a breezy cool day
Getting drenched in mud
Eating fried bologna for lunch
Filling up the gas tanks
And going back out till it’s dark

Those Who Don't

By Sarah DeBouter
Middlebury Union High School, Grade 11

Mirror Dance

By Misha Kydd
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9

She echoes his movements,
His thoughts,
His very being.
Too weak to stand on her own,
She reflects his
Ways,
Ideas,
His love.

Softly she glides
Over his features,
Assuming his repose,
His lyrics to life,
Forgetting that she has
Her own.

She schools her expression
To show only what he
Wants to see,