Story

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, 5^th 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.

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.