The song of the midnight swallow is
Echoing in the forest of delight,
Embracing love in each dying note.
The wolf howls at the pale blue
Moon, and the stars twinkle in
Ecstasy.
The sky, mirrored by the lake,
Abandons its own character.
The snake hisses as it slithers
Toward its prey and leaves a thin
Track of dust.
The trees overshadow the starving
Red earth.
I am still unplanted.
by Antonio, 11th grade
philosophyoflife
A journey of discovery and so of the mind – a joy to read.
Congratulations.
Jo
The last line rocks. How old are 11th graders?
Rambler
I am still unplanted
ah what a line!
thanks for sharing
wits
11th graders are usually 17 years old.
gautami tripathy
I think he summed my life…
Tumblewords
still unplanted – nicely said! Amazing kids!
Crafty Green Poet
This is excellent, specially the last line
paisley
that was wonderful.. made even better knowing it as written by a young person full of hope and love and future….
sbpoet
Wow. Fantastic last line.