Silver

Posted April 1, 2014 & filed under Notebook.

You are the feeling of the moon’s
soft beams that light up the
starry night.
You are the sliver of silver arrow as it shoots
through the trees during the night, strung
from a hunter’s bow.
You are the silvery pearl forming
slowly inside a hard oyster’s shell.
The soft, sweet sound of the
viper’s silvery voice as it gurgles
and splashes along the riverbank.
You are the still-but-silver reflection of
the moon as it moves slowly across the sky,
bringing early dawn with it, smiling gently at
the earth, waking the birds and calling for
their songs.
by Ivy, 6th grade

 

 

Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Abigail Dewlin, an 8th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston. The background music is “Flowers in the Forest” by Mike Oldfield. Produced by Susan Phillips.

This poem is featured as part of the 2014 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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Original post published: December 25, 2013

Silver

Posted December 25, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

You are the feeling of the moon’s
soft beams that light up the
starry night.
You are the sliver of silver arrow as it shoots
through the trees during the night, strung
from a hunter’s bow.
You are the silvery pearl forming
slowly inside a hard oyster’s shell.
The soft, sweet sound of the
viper’s silvery voice as it gurgles
and splashes along the riverbank.
You are the still-but-silver reflection of
the moon as it moves slowly across the sky,
bringing early dawn with it, smiling gently at
the earth, waking the birds and calling for
their songs.

by Ivy, 6th grade

Little, Small

Posted January 7, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

 

Little small earth spinning in space
Face covered with dizzy clouds
Racing, chasing sunlight
Say your secrets small earth
Little
Little, I know where you lead
I follow
I go.

You turn
I turn
I wonder
Why I don’t get very dizzy?

I wonder
Why you don’t fall down
And
I do?

By Luigi, 5th grade
[photo by Bubba Trout via flickr]