sky

Tears of blood

Trickle down his cheeks

And drip onto the grass

Tattered wings

Once so majestic in flight

Lie mangled on the earth

Black as midnight

Dyed crimson with pain

Limbs snapped and broken

Trapping him to the ground

As surely as a chain

Tainted eyes

Catch a glimpse

Of angry cloud

And mocking sky

He knows deep in his heart

That his fall

Was all for naught

Grey clouds bloom overhead

The air,

It smells of rain

Staring at the sky

Eyes sparkling

She bites her lip,

So as not to cry

The clouds open

Pouring raindrops down

As if the earth were weeping

She closes her eyes

Tears fall freely

Mingling with the rain

As if she did not cry

Have you ever thought about soaring through the sky,

Being taller than the mountain tops that are way up high,

Yes,the sky is closer than it seems,

Where all the colors melt into dreams,

Being Sky High where all the clouds lie,

Is a dream you don't want to wave good bye

Close your eyes and go in a dream land

there your wishes will come true

into the light you will go

smiling in your sleep

I'm here with you holding you tight

forget about everything

go into the deep

I'm here to stay

with you in my arms

kiss the blue sky away

here comes the moon with the shining stars

chasing the sun away

beatiful and sparkling like crystals

sleep well my love have the sweetest dreams

I'll be here again when you awake.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.  Read more »

Once upon a time Little girl wondered why the
sky was blue & the grass was green.
Daddy told her that was
just the way things were &
she need not worry about it or spend her time on
thinking about such trivial things.
The sky is the sky &
the grass is the grass.
The colors don't matter & thinking about them was a waste of time.
Little Girl didn't believe him.
She thought about them anyway.
She thought about how maybe
God made the sky blue to
make the people happy, because,
blue was a very nice color.
She thought about how maybe God made the Read more »

The Sky
Dipping into history and drifting into future,
It is surely endless.
Early morning, before the sun has risen
And only moments after the night has tucked herself away,
A blue, so pure that I can reach out and touch it like it like drying paint,
Shoots across the sky, covering the ceiling of my world.
The Sky.

i.
Someone once told me
that dragonflies only live
for a day.

What a pity,
trying to fit it all in-
trying to fit every moment
of a lifetime
in only one
small and meaningless
day.

ii.
She was so small
when I first met her,
not even past a full year
of being
alive.

Her blonde hair was short
and all over the place,
like her head was being constantly
rubbed by a balloon,
and her small legs
chubby
with endless rolls
of childish skin.

iii.
Funny
how we all change,
how we all grow
in one year.

Her hair was longer
as she ran around,
chasing her older brothers,
stumbling over her new feet.

She would giggle
at nothing,
just for the sake of giggling,
I suppose-
an ignorance I wish we could
all learn
to never forget.

iv.
Then she was talking
and watching
and learning.
and feeling.

She was watching
from the backseat of her
mother's truck,
watching us all work.

She was crouching
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Nighttime falls, as I sit outside
The moon a tiny crescent peeks out from the clouds.
Crickets chirp as the night air-cools.
A first star twinkles in the sky.
Dancing across the sky as it fly’s through the night.
I wish upon a shooting star.

By Noel Hurka
Clarendon Elementary School, Grade 5

One day the sun was shining bright yellow and the sky was sparkling blue but the sea had no color at all. It couldn't make its own color, it had to mimic one. So, it sat there, colorless and glum. One day came where the sky noticed the sea had no color. So the sky said, "You can have some of my color if you give me some of yours." The sea agreed, and the sky gave the sea some color to have and the sea gave the sky the sky white puff things to hide behind for some sleep.<--break-->

The trees seem to sprout
From the silvery snow
Their trunks bathed in winter light
They just emerge from the frozen landscape,
Mysteriously
As if their hearts are frozen
In ice

The trees
Create, with icy talons
A clutching, frozen canopy
That overwhelms the sky
Clawing at nothingness,
They make it
Hard to breathe

The trees
Attack the air
Attempting to tear away
The clouded glass
To see
What lies beyond the sky
Beyond their knowing

So the trees grow
Climbing higher and higher,
Grasping, clutching
Trying, trying so hard
With icy breath and frozen tears,
Snowy trunks and crystalline branches,
Trying so, so hard
To reach beyond their icy limitations
To reach the untouchable
Sky

Trees and the Seven Seas

I wish I could give you the ocean,
the moon and the trees,
the stars,
the lakes, and the seven seas.

I wish I could give you the hills,
the valleys and the sun,
the sky,
the fields and flowers by the ton.

Stop,
look until you find it,
not once, but twice,
because it’s all there.

~Hannah Luce

The frozen sky is
Stretched tight
Enclosing us
Overwhelming us,
With its icy stare
A gray sheet
Dark, dark and cruel
Punishing, foreboding
Pelts us with frozen drops
Sinister, unjust

At least that's our perception

But what if
The sky
Is just a lonely, miserable
Frozen dream?
The dark trees scratch at it
Injuring it with their cruel claws
Setting it apart
Far apart
Leaving it alone,
Friendless
Who can say
That they're friends with the sky?

We curse the sky
The trees cruelly mock it
Make it cry gray tears
Tears of longing
Longing to be loved,
Longing to be accepted
Longing not to be
Set so far apart from us
Longing to be warm,
Not so cold and faraway
Like it is
All alone
Miles and miles from the closest friend

Who can say they love the sky?

I love to fly kites.
Carries my back upon wax-paper wings
to home where we would play marbles in the sand.
Looking up at the sky,
I see my wax-paper memories
waltz and dive on the wind's current.
When i look into the sun,
I see the same masterpiece as I would anywhere else that has wind.
The sun shone just as brightly
as it does now
and warms the faces of those who look upon it,
just as much as the faces of home.
The kites plead to the spool's string
for it to snap and for my
childhood to fly limitlessly
to wherever the wind may reach.

I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clocks screaming, monsters calling my name.
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me,
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.

In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullaby [flowers]
I lie inside my self for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me [flowers]

Don't say i'm out of touch Read more »

Winterview

By Bridget Iverson
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9

Cold glistens soft azure high
A gleaming blue that sucks the eye.
Land sucks his frozen breath in
To stretch clouds wispy in the wind.
Closer slumbering hills lie
Trees shoulder loads of snow nearby.
Prints betray where I have been
Through dried beige stalks and their brown kin. Read more »

I made this the other day

One there was a small girl called Willow. Each night before gonig to sleep, Willow's mother would tuck her in, singing soft lullubies, or telling her tall tales of knights in shining armor and princesses with long golden hair. One night Willow asked her mother a question that had been puzzling her for some time.
"Mama, why does the sky get dark at night?"
Her mother smiled. Read more »

Earth and Sky

By Emily Lyman
Mater Christi, Grade 4

The sky
is made for light things
the ground
for heavy
The sky carries
swift winds
and birds
with feathered wings
and golden or silver light
that dances down
to the earth below

The land carries
slow-moving elephants
and two-legged people
It carries
green plants and blue water

Without the land there would be no sky Read more »