By Rose Wunrow
U-32 Middle School, Grade 8
I felt the starlight in my hair, the moon upon my cheek,
The smoke upon the steeple, the ice beside the creek,
I heard a whisper of the night, and the dreams upon the day
I heard the aspen tell the oak someone special died today.
I saw the tears the river shed, and the willow weep in wonder,
I saw the mountains stop and listen, and the magpie halt its plunder,
I tasted salt upon the ashes of a fire out at sea,
I tasted blood beneath the breeze, and the end of history -
Who has died today, I wonder? Anyone that I should know?
For though the world mourns in silence, its pain begins to show -
I ask the birds, yet they turn, and fly in misery
Calling someone, someone, who is lost into the sea.
Then I realize and my heart begins to stammer, and stutter
And the shock is so complete that the earth begins to flutter
And the tears are falling silent as the sky above my head,
Pulls its clouds across its eyes, for he is dead - he is dead.