week 33
Week 33:A Brighter Day
Submitted by Soren on August 22, 2007 - 12:49.By Colin Doherty
Champlain Valley Union High School, Grade 11
Week 33: Walking Away
Submitted by noahb on August 22, 2007 - 12:46.By Noah Brautigam
Green Mountain Valley School, Grade 12
There’s poetry in her hips,
Speaking to me,
Rhythm and flow.
Pendulums swinging
from her shoulders,
Sheathed in the brightest yellow I have ever seen.
Cadence matched by
the sway and flirt of her hair,
Yellow.
Even as is dances away from me.
Yellow is the sun,
Base orb.
There is no pain in yellow.
Week 33: Pimp My Bus
Submitted by haskinst on August 22, 2007 - 12:44.By Tanner Haskins
Rochester High School, Grade 10
Week 33: Bus stop
Submitted by prattl on August 22, 2007 - 12:42.By Lauren Pratt
Rochester Middle School, Grade 8
I wake up to the sound of a rooster.
I get ready and head off to the bus stop.
I step out of the car and right in to a pile of dog poop.
I irately go to sit on the bench that Julie had made last week.
I listen to the cluck of a chicken, getting higher pitched every second.
Week 33: Bad Mix
Submitted by haasa on August 22, 2007 - 12:39.By Amber Haas
Rochester High, Grade 10
The Procedure: To go to my friend’s house.
Experiment Entails: Waiting at a bus stop to catch a ride to a friend’s house who lived at the other end of town.
The Hypothesis: Buses plus plans plus myself ... they’re like acid and water, or baking soda and vinegar ... they just blow up and have a horrible after-effect.
The Problems:
The bus stop
Submitted by Jerry Tillotson on August 22, 2007 - 10:36.By Kristen Englehard
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8
at the bus stop
I see a mother and her children waiting
at the bus stop
I see writing on the walls that surround me as I sit in the waiting area
at the bus stop
I hear the horns and the revving of the
engines of cars that drive by
at the bus stop
I hear the chattering voices of the people who sit next to me
at the bus stop
Week 33: My future
Submitted by ggevalt on June 7, 2007 - 15:49.By Megan Wooster
Benson Village School, Grade 8
My future,
Is just a chapter in the book
I call life
A chapter,
That is just a mere scribble
In a notebook
An idea,
That has yet
To be unfolded
A mystery,
To be discovered by chance
Pro Softball,
Just a dream
To be made real
Architectural Engineering,
A design that was
Drawn in my mind
Forensics,
A thought
That crept up on me
Week 33: Every Yellow
Submitted by taffie on April 5, 2007 - 16:26.By Rafferty Parke
Stowe High School, Grade 10
Maddie was terrible at waiting.
Mere moments of idleness were exhausting for her. At this particular moment, as she lingered at the doorway of the Golden Bridges Retirement Home, she was deciding what to do with her arms. When she crossed them, she felt she gave off an unapproachable air. Straight at her sides was too stiff a position; with hands in her pockets, too casual. She wished she had brought a bag to clutch.
