I will spin you a story from the air

you breathe, each word shining

with tiny silver drops.

I will mold this story

in the shape of the clouds,

so that when you look up,

the phrases will blow in your ear.

I will spread this story through

the fierce blowing winds

so that when they rustle the leaves

you will think of your courage.

And before I leave our story,

I will share it with the sun,

so that when I leave this world,

the sun’s bright light will pass my story on.

by Sarah, 5th grade

Click this link  to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Mary Phillips, a 4th grade student at Parker Elementary in Houston.

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This poem is featured as part of the 2012 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more.

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