Don't leave me
By Alana Redden
Leland and Gray Union High School, Grade 8
Creeping down from their midnight caves
They can hear the bloody
That echo through the house.
Hateful words get thrown
Threats get hurled
The pain and agony
Sink into the walls
Of the barely lit staircase
Wanting to be anywhere else
The little girl joins her brother
'Is Daddy leaving?'
'I don’t know Beccs,
I don’t know.'
In a broken voice she whispers
'I don't want Daddy to leave.' Read more »
You always go out with a bang
I used to be scared of you
Frightened to get out of the car
I fear your loud noise
Now I love to see you in your many shapes
I always sit on a fleece blanket
My eyes staring up into the sky
My eyes full of delight and wonder
Beautiful colors against the pitch black of night
I stare up at you and smile
I love your power and sparkle
Your beauty and honesty
When the finale comes and ends
I always wish you would last longer
I slowly stand up
My legs are asleep
I can hardly feel them Read more »
By Samantha Battaglini
Sheldon School, Grade 8
Some days we get into our cocoons wanting to come out different
A beautiful butterfly with shiny, colorful wings
No more wiggling around a puny caterpillar
Some days we get into our cocoons with hopes of flying away
But we come out the same dull, gray caterpillar
Other days we get into our cocoons and
When we come out we have colorful wings, purple with hints of pink
But when you hold it up to the light
You can see the dark shades of gray
The light wears away at the wings Read more »
By Amelia Parent
Sheldon School, Grade 8
I’m going out to the brook today
to see if pebbles have been washed away,
Only to see minnows swimming down the stream
And the sun rays glittering as it seems.
I shan’t be gone long -- You come too.
I’m going out to see the beauty of nature,
Where it is so peaceful and serene.
As I see the grass that is oh, so vibrant green,
I feel calm and happy.
I shan’t be gone long -- You come too.
Life at sea
By Molly Taylor
Montpelier High School, Grade 12
Sometimes I wonder about blue.
I dream blue
I think blue
I hear blue
It’s the sound of his voice at dusk.
I wonder what happens to blue
When he swirls it with white
As if the sky is melting together
Under his feet.
And what happens
When he experiments with orange
Imagining it the sun,
The life within the blue.
And the green,
The colors of the brightest fish…
Hoping he can take them all,
Under the water,
Into this abyss.
What happens when he mixes blue Read more »
By Ashley Josselyn
Mill River Union High School, Grade 12
The starting gates open with a bang. The horses rush out, jostling for a spot at the rail. The underdog, stumbling, is left at the gate. The horses move as one body down the stretch, powerful leg muscles propelling them forward. The underdog has regained his balance, but is trailing the pack by three lengths. Read more »
By Aliza Silverstein
Homeschooled, Grade 8
Light ahead, dark behind,
Flowers in the wood divine,
Pattering footsteps drawing near,
The owner is as yet unclear.
Chestnut hair, a mask-like smile,
Temptation’s kiss—accept the trial!
Surely danger stays at bay
On a sunlit day in early May!
Glitter of armor, a high chanticleer,
Excalibur can’t save the fools who won’t hear.
The gasp of a maiden, who’s afraid for her knight,
The face of a man who knows he must fight.
High on a hilltop, the laughter is ringing: Read more »
Who am I?
By Megan McMullen
Main Street Middle School, Grade 8
I walk outside feeling like there is nowhere to go,
No one to be with.
Who ever knew I would be alone in this world?
I wish I could change
But that can't be done
I'm just me.
I look around and see this beautiful world right in front of my eyes.
But where do I fit in this picture?
I am a unique person.
I am honest and just don't really care.
My eyes reflect the ocean
Cannot defy my imagination.
It's so creative.
So understanding it would be award-winning to understand me.
But you can't. Read more »
By Elizabeth Greenan
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 6
Nights get colder
Leaves change from green to bright
Yellows, oranges, and reds.
I hear the call of the geese
As they get ready to fly south.
Time to get the rake out.
Soon, leaves are piled high,
Next step, jump into them!
I sniff the warm apple crisp
Made with our freshly picked apples.
The days get colder
As winter comes along.
The final days until the snow comes.
I relish them.
~ Elizabeth Greenan
By Hannah Cleveland
Charlotte Central School, Grade 3
My grandmother sits in a wheelchair
In a home that's far from here.
All alone she sits and watches the world,
What she's thinking is not clear.
My grandmother may be lonely
But she hasn't anything to fear,
Cause she's got someone loving her
And this is what I want her to hear:
There will never be a more powerful person.
You've always been kind to me.
Reading books and playing games,
A positive life you helped me see.
The people who look at you sit there
Still know who you are. Read more »
Ode to my smile
By Lucy Pappas
Renaissance School, Grade 6
I sit in my chair, just wiggling my tooth.
My fingers take hold as I pull and pull.
My hand’s in my mouth, it’s feeling uncouth.
To yank this out I need the strength of a bull.
My baby tooth is ready to move on
So that a grown up tooth can take its place.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, turn, POP! It’s gone.
A new hole in my smile becomes my face.
I’ve done this before; now it’s quite a cinch.
The exit of one welcomes another.
Losing teeth, getting older, inch by inch.
Growing older frightens my dear mother. Read more »
Defined by rules
By Shelby Nolan
Crossett Brook Middle School, Grade 7
She loved rules.
She lived for them...
no, she lived by them.
They defined her,
and prevented her from ever being wrong.
She was a born instruction follower.
Maybe that was why she was
a genius when it came to math.
If you stick by the rules,
you get the problem right.
She dreaded the world
where difficulties can't be solved
like algebraic equations,
where you have to make the rules
instead of following them.
She despised voicing her opinions
because she always feared she'd Read more »
I am from . . .
By Olive Lacroix Soucy Capone
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8
I am from the giddy excitement of getting my first pair of silken pointe shoes
From walking in the door after all my brothers are asleep
And from early Saturday mornings
But not ones spent idle, watching cartoons.
I am from school days spent at home with my favorite teacher
Every day was a day off.
I am from classical, musical
Bows being drawn across finely tuned strings
Fingers moving nimbly to cover holes and press keys
Notes forming melodies that flow from between Read more »
By Robyn Leary
Charlotte Central School, Grade 8
The silence is unmistakable,
mysterious and eluding
The world is still and serene
Nothing to shatter the stillness,
nothing to cause fear
Frost lines the once green grass
A thick haze blankets a silent world
All is asleep
except for the earth and me
at four a.m.
By Cole Morse
Metawee Community School, Grade 6
Lonesome woods and
By Gabrielle Baker
Mettawee Community School, Grade 6
Is very fun
By Ann Quan Granger
Lyman C. Hunt Middle School, Grade 6
I can feel the cool wind singing around my ears,
I can see the red maple leaves and the yellow oak leaves,
I can hear the mother of fall slowly and beautifully fainting away.
I can feel the drips of cold rain falling down my cheek,
I can see the cute little animals getting ready for the cold winter,
I can hear the laughter of pure white clouds playing on the deep blue sky,
I can feel the sun shining less brightly than usual,
I can see the days getting shorter and nights getting longer, Read more »
By Maria Grant
Albert D. Lawton School, Grade 7
Always afraid of what people would say,
Did you know that I would listen to your stories?
That I wanted to hear
The reasons behind your art?
I wrote it in a card,
Thought it and hoped you would read my mind.
Living 420 miles away from you changes people
Everybody else was so close
They heard about your life.
They saw you in your last days.
I stayed home, going about my business.
I prayed for you.
I wish you knew that I loved you.
I wish I knew that I loved you.
And I still miss you. Read more »
By Anna Sand
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10
Flying down the snowy hill,
Night sledding is such a thrill,
Out of doors it's freezing cold,
But I don’t think this will get old.
The wind is stinging at my face,
As I hurry down in haste,
Sounds are muffled in the snow,
The bravest here put on a show.
When our feet feel like ice,
Warm hot chocolate would be nice,
So someone’s house we invade,
And sweet treats are hurriedly made.
By Jah Robertson
Burlington High School, Grade 12
"grab hold of my fingertips"
the last words she breathed
hit by a drunk driver
why'd that man have to speed
i struggle with the truth
so i scream out
enraged on this stage
no doubt i shout it out
she was the wind to my sails
the sand to my pails
weight to my scales
the guard to my jail
The burning rubber
and the smell of burnt flesh
metal and blood all meshed
she was an angel
a gift from the heavens
i was only nine
she was eleven
i held onto those fingertips Read more »
By Drew M. Wood
Dummerston Middle School, Grade 9
In these days that I love,
With the cars with the speed.
At two hundred and twenty.
Right in front of me.
Numbers. Horse power. And speed.
That’s all I need.
To win the race and the million dollars for me.
Speed. Fast. And fury.
To win. To live.
This is the end
By Mizpa Diaz
Burlington High School, Grade 12
This is the end
of that dark tunnel
that windy night
that whimpering sound
I now see the sun
the moonlight and the stars
that refreshing summer breeze
no longer am I afraid
to hear your words
whispering to me, killing me
I am no longer afraid
of that touch, those eyes
I may not understand you
but I do see you
what you really are
but I am not afraid
of who I am
I stand proud
I am me
By Kyle Pearsall
Ferrisburgh Central School, Grade 5
Sitting in the shed
Red paint chipped
creaky, wooden handles
a new tire
new clean shed
it's my wheelbarrow
it's still reliable
Holidays growing old
By Olivia Maeder
Manchester Elementary Middle School, Grade 7
I walk in from the frigid outdoors
with my dog along my side
now covered in a soft blanket of white.
I slowly shed my winter clothing
wet from the snow
and place it on a rack to dry.
The fire is lit,
its aroma fills the room -
not a scent
but holiday spirit
My dog is curled up by the burning flame.
I glance outside,
an old-time black and white photograph
the snow is white
against the black nighttime background
little pieces of glass shattered in the dark sky Read more »
By Zach Merriam
Benson Village School, Grade 8
Not much light
Dressed in layers
Gun on safety
High off the ground
Harness strapped on
Shadows in the distance
Sun is rising
Squirrels are scampering
Then I see it
It is huge and brown
With a giant rack
Click the safety off and aim
BOOM! the animal bolts
Blood pumps out its side
It falls to a leafy bed
Way, way up high in the sky
By Madeline Goddard
Berlin Elementary School, Grade 6 Read more »
By Madyson O'Shana
Haverhill Cooperative Middle School, Grade 6
Lovely, beautiful and handsome.
Black, he runs through the snow.
A body that is fit, fuzzy, hairy -- that whistles in the wind.
What is he or who is he?
He is a dog that shines in the moonlight.
Big and cuddly.
Deep brown eyes
look like warm, melted chocolate
It is hard to resist him.
What do you think he is?
My dog, Russell.
Winter short story
By Sierra West
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12
I felt careless grasping onto my dad around the corners through the woods. A sharp corner suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Without a second to slow down we attempted the corner at full speed. All of a sudden we were on one ski leaning towards a slight ledge. My eyes grew huge as my dad threw his foot down and glided the snowmobile to its side, telling me to carefully get my leg out of the way. I was terrified but knew I had to trust my dad. He has never let me down and wasn’t about to. Read more »
By Sara Engerman
Bellows Falls Union High School, Grade 10
Walking down a path
that has been patted down by my memories
taking a break
looking down the path I made
things were so clear
then issues arose but I stayed whole
helped wanderers along the way
got the back on their path
when mine crossed with another's
I was shoved off
into the dirt and stones
my wounds healed and I moved on
found a little tree growing in my path
I stopped to help it grow
as the tree continued to sprout
it picked me up and tangled me within its branches Read more »
By Connor Renee LaFromboise
Chelsea Public School, Grade 10
The stress burns my brain like acid raindrops,
day after day I can hardly ever get away.
Friends and sleep are the only things that make the pain stop,
this journey called life confuses me in every way.
My elders made it through, they say I'll do fine,
but times are different, circumstances changed.
I constantly wonder if this life I live is fully mine,
and my grip on reality struggles to remain.
I work hard to keep my real emotions hidden,
for why should I worry others with my own issues. Read more »