As you know my background, and Susan Reid's, is in journalism. I doubt too many of you read daily newspapers these days, but here is an example of newspaper journalism at its best. Check it out. Give yourself over to the time it will take you to read it. It's worth it. (And thanks to YWP ghost guru, Barbara Ganley for a reminder to share it with you!) Tell us what you think below...
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"Don't write because you want to say something, write because you have something to say."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
Every day I see people who think they're in love, but there is no love. Let me tell you something about love. It has a ferocious appetite. It kills me how much it eats. First it'll eat your friends, your family, and even you if you don't feed it right. If you do feed it right, it can be a beautifull thing and that's what some people have, but take my advice and be careful of No Love.
I , Mount Mansfield, am skied every day. People say that I was a giant who lay down one day and was covered by an even layer of earth. I have a forehead, a nose, shoulders, lips, a chin, and an adams apple, all of which have been skied on. I have many trails running down me. I am big, skiable, and loveable.
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Magic is everywhere, during the winter. It all began last winter; I was walking my dog when I noticed the first flakes of a new snow falling. The temperature outside dropped considerably. This was not any ordinary snow fall; the snowflakes were as big as marshmallows. We were having a very bad year, snow wise. It was already the first week of February and this was the first real snow fall. Vermont is no stranger to snow, but on this occasion the snow fall was one of the most magical experiences that I had ever had. Read more »
It seemed like nothing more than a calm winter's day, but when I looked up from my writing I saw a sleek, slate-colored body and my eyes met the lead center of almonds in an angular face. Atop the head, two leaf-like ears twitched at the sound of my exclamation. The weightless tail snapped to attention and he continued on his way, leaving meticulous, minute prints in his wake.
As he scurried away from view, his tail swishing behind him, I could feel felicity springing up into my chest. The Christmas music that floated around behind me reinforced my holiday spirit. Read more »
You grasped my hand tight that afternoon,
and danced in your little blue shoes.
You looked at the ground and you smiled at your polkadot tights,
while pulling my finger with your tiny hands. Read more »
Everything just... got overwhelming. Trying to juggle school, home, and friends just made me stressed out. I was staying up late, waking up late, and I couldn't pay attention in class very well.
One night, I was laying in bed, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. I felt as if my head was about to explode, like I was going to go crazy.
Suddenly, I felt this urge to run, to jump, anything. I hopped out of bed and put my shoes on. I went to the front door and unlocked it, pulling it open slowly so that my parents wouldn't wake up. I walked outside.
I was standing in the middle of my lawn. I looked around. The only light was dim street lights and the light from the full moon.
I ran, faster then I've ever run before. I ran down my street, far from my house. I ran down streets I didn't know, vaugely aware of the street names as I ran passed the signs.
Eventually I came to a cliff. Below were shiny rocks, with lake water splashing of off of them and foaming. I stood there. The moon seemed so big. I looked around. There was no one there. No houses nearby.
I plopped on my knees and screeched. I howled at the moon. My face was red, I'm sure. I Read more »
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray that Thee protect my sheep.
Keep them safe from wild beasts,
Let them not become coyote feast.
Huddled in their little bands,
Guard them with Thy strong hands.
Hold tight to my tiny flock,
And wild scavengers block.
Frost covered the windows of my house; small swirling patterns sparkling in the shining sun. It gave me a small smile, but it wasn’t enough to make me grin from ear to ear. I wanted snow to come. Days led to weeks, and weeks led to months, and I waited. I have been waiting since at least the middle of October; it is now two days into December. My mother suggests I go to the mountain, but I don’t ski or snowboard. I admit that I would be nice to see the snow since it’s too warm at my house for it to fall, but I would feel too awkward to be the kid just standing there while my friends shred the slopes. Read more »
I bounced up to you
having noticed the snowdrops in your hair
they looked like beautiful crystals
that had fallen from the first snow of the year to stay
to me they suited you
in all their beauty and reflection of the light Read more »
On the Inside Looking Out
Looking out at the snow covered ground
there is so much running through my mind.
And as snow falls silently, I realize Read more »
The way the snow falls upon my eyelashes,
the way the cold tickles my nose,
that is the first sign of winter
the wind may nip at your neck or the sun may start to hide
but that is not winter yet Read more »
An intricate crystal
Falls on my nose,
Melts in a matter of seconds I suppose. Read more »
The cold has settled
across the land,
the gardens frozen,
the bare trees stand
remembering weight of golden leaves.
Have you noticed?
By Isha Gurung
One cold icicle
shatters. Read more »
The wind nipped my face,
As I flew down the hill,
I’m skiing, I’m skiing!
What a thrill! Read more »
The kid rocks back and forth
upon the newly-painted bench.
It isn’t raining
- not yet –
but he has his raincoat anyway.
or something like that,
so he recounts to the squirrels
The kid rocks back and forth.
The swings are quite empty
of momentum, though three
other children seat themselves there
and do not
to discuss moving.
He wishes they would, as his feet
are growing wet in the mud puddles.
The air smells slightly
of hand sanitizer Read more »
As I glance over my shoulder
and hear tiny cries for help
I see the perfect snowflake
falling to the ground.
What’s in the snowflake
that glistens in the shy sun? Read more »
Education is something I’ve always taken for granted, until very recently. Something made me realize that I should be appreciative. When I was listening to the radio one afternoon, I heard a story about girls in a foreign countries who are not permitted to go to school. That was my turning point. I had been so inconsiderate. Like in the morning when I didn’t want to get out of bed because I was dreading school. Other girls can’t even get a decent education because people in their countries don’t believe girls should be allowed to go school. From then on I noticed how fortunate I was. I will always be thankful for my opportunity to have a good education.
For what I’m about to lose
Eight years long Read more »
He stumbled forward, the ground crunching underfoot. No one spoke. The marching was like a steady drumbeat, and even when he was left without a single ounce of strength, he could feel it pushing him foreword, and ever onward he marched. Never again would he be scorned, after this, none would speak of his cowardice. They marched through storms, through cold and through ash until at last they came upon their post. The front line. Soldiers who would sacrifice their lives, who were never heard from again. And though fear clouded his thoughts, he had made a promise. To the world and simply to himself. He vowed to be a coward no longer.
One Thursday, when I was volunteering at Outreach For Earth Stewardship, my mentor Craig and I had to remove a faulty perch from the red-tailed hawk aviary. When we entered the small clearing in the middle of the woods where the aviaries are, we walked directly to the red tails’ aviary.
Once inside the aviary, we started to undo the bolts that held the 300 pound piece of wood and cast iron that made up the perch on the walls of the aviary, but we soon found out that we needed a ladder. So Craig climbed a rickety ladder, on a slope, on a bed of gravel. It was like something out of an Abbott and Costello comedy routine, because every time he leaned, even slightly, the ladder would almost tip over. As Craig was undoing the last bolt, I walked to the far side of the aviary to be away from the perch when it fell, but instead I found that one of the male red tailed hawks thought that I was encroaching on his territory. The hawk flew at me, and I backed away and decided it would be better to stand closer to the perch. Read more »
I am grateful for
My brothers, and sisters
My church minister
My mom, and dad
Grateful for the friends that cheer me up when I'm sad
I'm thankful for my education
And grateful for my up-coming graduation
I'm so grateful, and thankful for the things I have
And have yet to get
So from this day forward I won't forget
To say thank-you to the people I love the most.