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The Last Last Day

By Courtney Cooperman

Published January 22, 2016

The Way Life Should Be

By Nicky Cannon

Published January 22, 2016

Camp

By Kayla Walsh

Published January 22, 2016

A bluish cabin near a quiet peaceful lake. Nothing, nothing at all could beat a place like this. Colorful sailboats glide along the silent water. A loon and its babies dive down to get a...

Horses

By Sophia Lipkin

Published January 21, 2016

Tree House

By Caroline Lunt

Published January 21, 2016

I climb up the light brown ladder I smell fresh air A soft wind touches my face Gently brushing new green leaves I rest my back on a thick old tree and watch an ant...

Wishing Star

By Hayden Brame

Published January 21, 2016

My favorite part Of staying the night Was after The “fun” stuff It was bundling up And going outside Staring into the deep black sky Finding the perfect star And making a wish After hearing...

Roller Skating

By Nicky Cannon

Published January 21, 2016

L’eau/Water

By Ella Csuros

Published January 20, 2016

Pour moi, l’eau c’est la plage Où vit ma grand-mère, Les grands ours bruns Qui rôdent autour de la maison, L’océan qui me chante une berceuse, Le bateau de mon oncle qui part À la...

The World Apart

By Ash Berger

Published January 20, 2016

The trail is rough, But I absorb it all, Every bump, dip and curve, And let it become me. My hands rattle on the bars of my bike, As I take on this course. With...

The Last Last Day

Poem Published January 22, 2016 By Courtney Cooperman

It was the last day. Names and Have a great summers Had been scribbled into yearbooks. Presents had been lovingly handed to teachers. For six years, we’d had last days. We’d sung cute little songs, And signed the yearbooks, The amount of friends growing each year. We’d always seen them—the oldest kids— Going to the ceremony. We’d always heard the music from the hallway.

The Way Life Should Be

Poem Published January 22, 2016 By Nicky Cannon

Secluding ourselves by a fire, Cherishing a novel. Burning rubber under us, As wind whips our face. Embracing in a hug, When one has not seen The other for years. Smiling, laughing, splashing, As icy water slithers up our bodies. Savoring arctic-cold lemonade, On a blistering summer day. A refined voice departing your throat, As a thunderous boom of applause Emits from the audience.

Camp

Poem Published January 22, 2016 By Kayla Walsh

A bluish cabin near a quiet peaceful lake. Nothing, nothing at all could beat a place like this. Colorful sailboats glide along the silent water. A loon and its babies dive down to get a fish, Leaving a ripple in their place. Birds calling, a tree swaying, Laughter of my family fills the air. My feet run across the soft mossy and green grass, While playing with my dog.

Song of the Trotter

Poem Published January 21, 2016 By Mary Woods

Dark clouds gather, looming huge and gray, Rain cold-needles my face, The wind whips me into exhilaration. A rumbling starts down the track. Thunder? No, not thunder. It’s flint-and-steel hooves, striking out a lightning rhythm. Tap tap, Tap tap, Tap tap. Heads high, ears back— The rain stings them, too. Yet I see them charge undaunted, For they know the storm is theirs.

Horses

Poem Published January 21, 2016 By Sophia Lipkin

George, with his silver-gray fur cantering across bright green grass whinnying softly his white mane blown out by the wind the sun a horizon of bright colors behind him Reaching out to pet the soft brown and white dotted face of Polka Peering out from behind the stall ready to ride * * * All my life I’ve been watching those jumpers in that field wishing it wa...

Tree House

Poem Published January 21, 2016 By Caroline Lunt

I climb up the light brown ladder I smell fresh air A soft wind touches my face Gently brushing new green leaves I rest my back on a thick old tree and watch an ant crawl carrying a small piece of green A bird chirps I look up I watch it fly away softly on the wind I take a deep breath and settle to my book.

Wishing Star

Poem Published January 21, 2016 By Hayden Brame

My favorite part Of staying the night Was after The “fun” stuff It was bundling up And going outside Staring into the deep black sky Finding the perfect star And making a wish After hearing The fatal news I went outside Stars magnified with tears And wishing For time Just one more year After a second I took it back In your eyes Was hidden agony And I couldn’t prolong it My tears Soaked the ...

Roller Skating

Poem Published January 21, 2016 By Nicky Cannon

The wheels Crunch over the pea gravel As sweat Crowds my tomato-red face. My legs are constantly moving Pumping with pure Adrenaline. A puddle Crammed with mud Stretches over the cement sidewalk. Consumed with laughter And joy I am too delirious To see the hazard. My body Is shot into the air And my arms Flail Like a baby pigeon Flying for the first time. My legs are Spattered With grime.

L’eau/Water

Poem Published January 20, 2016 By Ella Csuros

Pour moi, l’eau c’est la plage Où vit ma grand-mère, Les grands ours bruns Qui rôdent autour de la maison, L’océan qui me chante une berceuse, Le bateau de mon oncle qui part À la pêche. Pour moi, l’eau C’est une vague salée. For me, water is the island Where my grandmother lives, The big brown bears That creep around the house, The ocean that sings me a lullaby, My uncle�...

The World Apart

Poem Published January 20, 2016 By Ash Berger

The trail is rough, But I absorb it all, Every bump, dip and curve, And let it become me. My hands rattle on the bars of my bike, As I take on this course. With speed and energy I never knew. The scenery astounds. A stream tries to keep up, The trees watch from above, The grass plays at my ankles, The birds cheer me on. As I try to blend, Into the scenery.

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