week 29

Giovanni's lyrical poem was selected honorable mention in the Young songWriters Project

Mist
By Giovanni Fusco
Bishop John A. Marshall School, Grade 7

It flows like a rolling wave
That travels on a rolling hill
Of a rolling sky
Of a rolling space
Of a rolling time and of a rolling thought.

Alison's piece was an honorable mention in the Young songWriters Project.

Behind The Eyes of a Child
By Alison Turner
South Royalton Middle School, Grade 8

Being young,
It is so easy.
Life has just begun.

But now,
I’m getting older.
My young years are done.

This was one of five honorable mentions in the Young songWriters Project.

Sunrise of the Moon
By Jamie Rushford
Essex Middle School Grade 6

When the rain comes down
If it’s only one does it still get drowned
It comes all the time
The time runs out and the bells chime
The chime sends the rain back to the skies
Rain no longer covers up my eyes

Lillian worked with Pete Sutherland on her song which is not quite completed. Once it is, it will be posted here and will be performed, perhaps on First Night in Burlington.

Waterfall in Winter
(A Villanelle)
By Lillian Teale
Bishop Marshall School, Grade 8

Sparkle, shimmer, splinter,
Running over rock and boulder
Waterfall in winter

This was one of the three selected by the professional musicians for creation of music. Elana plans to perform this song, with a recording of her accompaniest and fellow composer Jon Gailmor, on Saturday, May 19,at the Young Tradition Concert on Waterfront Park, Burlington. (The concert is from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.)

I’m Dancing
By Elana Valastro
Tuttle Middle School, Grade 6

I feel the air upon my face,
My mind is in another place;
As I glide across the floor,
It’s my favorite time once more;
Toes are pointed, body’s straight,
Feelin’ happy, feelin’ great;
I’m dancing.

This piece was one of three winners of the first Young songWriters Project. This poem has been put to music by musician Diana Winn Levine and will be performed sometime this summer or fall.

By Rebecca Landell
Homeschooled, Grade 12

I was walking down the road
‘Til I came to a hole,

By Blaise Gervais
Edmunds Middle School, Grade 8
Out slips a smooth black stone,
Cool as satin sheets.
Visions of rippling waters,
Hide beneath its glassy surface

A red plastic soldier marches out,
Its complexion the same color as its uniform.
One foot frozen in a jaunty stance,
Next to the end of its rifle.

An old battered coin falls with a dull clatter,

By Garrett Brown
Hinesburg Community School, Grade 7

I found a dog’s collar in my pocket. Just a regular dog collar from first glance. I am not sure why it means so much. Its owner no longer exists. Maybe that is why it means so much. It is a key to a memory, the object that will remind you of that event. All it looks like is some rugged old dog collar, but in reality it is something special that I found in my very own pocket.

By Angela Wood
Colchester High School, Grade 9
There is something in my pocket
But whatever could it be?
Perhaps a silver heart-shaped locket
Or a shiny golden key.

Cold and smooth against my hand
Smooth and flat, with edges rounded
Made of metal from the land
By a silversmith’s hand it was pounded

Attached somehow to a fine thin chain

By Parnell Kaffenberger
Edmunds Middle School, Grade 7Chilly hands seek refuge in,
the pockets of your coat,
inside wandering fingers find,
something hard,
it appears to be a small stone,
from THAT day,
THE day,
When you and he
were throwing rocks,
on to the frozen lake,
Laughing and yelling,
until,
CRACK!
The icy shock,
then he came running to help,