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.

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.
bohemiaspeaks
this is beautiful. Great job!