In a world of green moons
I see a bell made of bubbles
I hear the hiss of snow and
I feel happy.
My mind sounds like fish.
I swallow millions of bones
that taste like red tigers.
Fire eyes float around and
rabbits gulp bowls of
twisted starfish.
It sounds scary but it’s not.
It’s like a wave of poems,
and I think I will stay here
forever or until it rains rocks.

By Jacob, 9 years old
[art by Shellie Mitchell, uploaded via flickr]

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  1. rovan

    Jacobb!!! OH.MY.GAWD!!
    you are 9yrs old? SERIOUSLY?!??!
    :O
    NO WAY!

    this poem is amazing!i absolutely love ur choice of words! how u used animals & nature..its amazingg
    but, i cnt figure out what is the green moon???

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  2. Megan

    Lots of great imagery here, Jacob. You make me see, vividly, that one person’s idea of peace may be completely different to another’s. I love the line “my mind sounds like fish.”

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